A DOPPELGANGER (German) is a "double walker", a shadow self that accompanies every human. Only the owner of a doppelganger can see it, otherwise it is invisible to human eyes. Amazingly, dogs and cats have been known to see doppelgangers. Seeking to destroy its mortal double, a doppelganger almost always stands behind a person, and they cast reflection in a mirror only to their mortal twin. They are known to implant ideas, usually of malevolent nature, sort of by osmosis. Sadly, they are sometimes successful. It is said to be bad luck if a doppelganger is seen, and it is rare that a doppelganger will make itself visible to friends or family, often causing great confusion. Doppelgangers tend to be mischievous and malicious. BEWARE!!!
MY DOPPELGANGER®
Original, gothic, eerie poetry by Donna J. Fennel.
Quilled on this 21st day of March, 2004.
What would YOU do if YOU met your alter ego?!
My mind is gone, and I am lost among it, double-exposed in conniption fit.
Before I awake during dawnbreak, my soul you wish to take yet not forsake,
I know not what is occurring here. In my mirror I’m gone, but you are here.
I speak no sound yet am hearing my own voice. Alas, I have to make a choice!
As you say something very frightening, while my senses receive heightening.
Are you a double helix or a double take? Who are we two, for heaven’s sake?
You descend without end, my fate portends. Am I to be your slave, old friend?
You seek to control my functions, for we are now swapping at these junctions.
Alas, your illusion of intrusion evokes delusion, for you are me, and I am you.
Shant forget your clever disguise of demise; you mimic everything I say and do.
You adorn yourself with my apparel, while coyly revealing replica of my smile.
A carbon copy of me all the while, yet you muse and confuse with sinister style.
You are a champion charlatan, a pretender who surrenders as a vexing contender.
My looking glass reveals you with my eyes and nose, even my hands and my toes.
Your fantasia of fragrance reveals my own, while voice vibrates my identical tone.
We possess the very same body and face of grace, but you hail from dismal place.
Yearning to impose upon me our duality, yet your dark side defies all reality.
Alas, twins we are not, nor will ere come to be, for you are evil in eyes that see.
You are shadows in my peripheral senses, when moon is without opalescence.
Oh, come hither, you will inevitably wither, so think not that you shall dither.
Nothing individual is left for us to be, because I am now you, and you are me.
I had read about you in ancient tales foretold, your prevalence in days of old.
You yearn to switch our bodies, while simultaneously transferring our minds.
While I stare in my gilded mirror, you become clearer, dancing in double time.
You fly fearlessly through envious time, till you outrun your own space race ~
Calling upon me during these lazy sleep hours, whose speed is not outpaced.
You glutton upon me as your very womb devours, with your malicious powers.
Which appears no more than false and vain, merely mortal dross so be my loss.
Nay, this new, evil image that I see comes now to haunt me from days that were.
For I truly believed that in this lifetime I was conceived newly, and not as a curse.
I now wonder what my eyes do see, as your shadow and reflection lurk o’er me.
For you have shattered what I deem as reality, as you conquer my spirituality.
Ah, your shapeliness and wanton state I do berate, for it spawns from true hate.
While you lean against me as shadow by Fate, I now ostracize you on this date.
Sojourn now amongst stars in universe for you, indeed, are greed full of curse.
May wormholes and quasars engulf you, while the universe acts as your hearse.
As you enter the astralplane while you journey on, gown of slumber I shall don.
At window’s view, stars spangle as Pi chords chime on astral continuum beyond.
For you came with me during my last astral travel, this mystery now unraveled.
And over time’s paradigm is my soul now restored, for you I have chosen to ignore.
Doppelganger, pay now for this horrid crime, lost in time, while eternity you climb.
Ironically, true, is that only I can see you. One of clever disguise seeking my demise.
While moon brims with her opalescence bright, depart now into the beyond of night.
Your face casts my reflection in my bedroom mirror, yet your end is getting nearer.
I exile you into the shadow lands with mortal hands, returning to the primordial sands.
To embroider yourself into the tapestry of time, while I now weave my world of rhyme.
Your evil eyes reveal a malevolent dream of brilliant scheme, while moon doth gleam.
While this maiden fair seeks to keep my lair. We shall ne’er become known as au pair.
Ah, hah! If you think for one moment that my very soul you will eventually entomb ~
My double so self-consumed, shall be spell cast away by me from this dim bedroom.
So that honor, peace and love shall reign my throne. Above all, God in this home.
Be gone now to Netherworld, doppelganger, for a noose awaits you as your hanger.
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