How silently the time slips by
and when the hour’s past
how came I to this midnight end?
my soul burnt up in ash?
A blackened thing unlike myself,
and yet familiar;
some part the walk, some part gesture;
I know the shade is me.
Some doppelganger, a future I—
pale and dead, but alive—
now greets me from his unknown time.
I fear the day is nigh.