The
mirror whispered tales of old,
a face I thought I used to know.
It showed me paths I dared not tread,
each step a choice,
each word unsaid.
The days were numbered sharp as glass,
time a shadow that could not pass.
Yet in the mirror's hollow gaze,
lies and truth began to blaze.
Oh, the mirror's deceiver waits to play,
a twisted dance of night and day.
Through the shards,
through the seams,
it tears apart the tender dreams.
The glass would shoot,
the lines would blur,
each image spoke yet none were sure.
A voice inside,
both kind and cruel,
the deceiver's game,
the final duel.
The days were numbered sharp as glass,
time a shadow that could not pass.
Yet in the mirror's hollow gaze,
lies and truth began to blaze.
Oh,
the mirror's deceiver waits to play,
a twisted dance of night and day.
Through the shards,
through the seams,
it tears apart the tender dreams.
Face the mirror though it may break,
each crack reveals the path you take.
Through its lies the truth will gleam,
a fractured world,
a fractured dream.
The mirror shattered its pieces true,
under the light of a waning moon.
Yet in each shard a tale remains,
the deceiver's mark eternal stays.