shape shift in the ether

scribe in truth the soul is intact
this is nothing short of miraculous  
the viper bit deep into my psyche injecting me with visions
 
I wonder after my spirit will it yet shine
or will I flicker then fade never to be again
I worry...
 
there is a fierce brotherly love in me
I falter on the line of understanding
I argue the dark was here first
but was it maddening?
 
my soul seeks answers I won't find
I will not wage a foolish war  
I am wild of spirit
I pray not foolhardy forever
I wilt that my mind be my own
 
I feel a puppet for a time times two
though I kept a semblance of truth within me
still I seek...