If I were to tell my story, which story would I tell,

Of a brightly painted glory, or a shadow haunted hell

Sharing in the same location, period and cast,

Differing in where the tales begin and in the words delivered last.

There'd need be no deliberate inconsistency in terms or actual plot and

Yet some facts, just out of focus, will seemingly be forgotten.

Like in two shots of half a glass where the camera cannot lie,

But with only half the picture the context totally passes us by.

So perhaps to tell my story and to tell it well,

I’ll need both my glory’s haunting shadows and to brightly paint my hell.