The Other One

by Roy De Beuckelaer
(Belgium)

Standing on a mountain top.
The darkness calls my name.
Whispers are tempting me.
I watch the storm approaching.
If I were alive I would feel the wind lashing my body.
As an icy whip embraces my whole being.
I stand still, staring at the distance.
My eyes pierce the dark with ease.
I know she is drawing closer with each shallow breath I take.
Still I don't see her.
I would have never dared to dream that there could be another one.
Another one like me.
Something that could be mistaken for a smile formed on my face.
I don't know why she's here.
I don't know what I will do when she gets here.
Is it a test of strength, of will?
Is it a matter of power and might?
Or something even fouler then this.
She is close, standing right behind me.
I know we could fight each other for an eternity to come.
Fight with all the power and cruelty I have in me.
Fight until one of us finds his final death.
Or love her until the end of time.
What shall I do with this,... other one