Mirror, mirror, standing tall,
Have you seen this one at all?
With a smile, or a frown,
Maybe wearing a golden crown.
Here today, tomorrow, never…
They might think they are so clever
Hiding with the world close-by,
Never around to ask why.
Tucked away so far from sight,
No where near the burning light,
That can show what is shrouded
With them all, it’s getting crowded.
I have nothing to say,
Yet I am glad for days,
Because some choose to stay
While I burn in a blaze.
It’s good that someone hears,
Else I would be crazy,
I’ve been hiding for years
The world now looks hazy.
I might not have much,
Need to get a clue,
But for your gentle touch
I want to say thank you.
Withered flowers
On the cold floor,
Not many hours
Before the war.
Has prayer failed?
Or is this hell?
Last breath exhaled,
Final man fell.
Living a dream,
From far away.
Ear piercing scream,
It ends today.
Shadows walk and dance,
Free from their small cages.
They take every single chance
To set up the stages.
Sin is not their game,
Not their objective.
They just take the blame,
They are protective.
No one mentioned this,
Too high on their pride,
But deep in the abyss,
That is where I hide.
Wings too young to carry
The burdens placed upon you.
Had you been more wary,
There would be none to undo.
The nest torn to shreds
And sent askew,
Followed by rolling heads.
The scent of morning dew,
Thick in the air with panic and pain
Have you come to an end?
Is there nothing else to gain?
But there is still time to amend…
You still have your wings,
Be them young and untrained.
For all those kings
That made you stained.
Winter snow falls from the core,
Leaves the spirit wanting more.
Skies of grey that were sapphire,
Stand alone with no burning fire.
Has the sun set days ago?
Or does nigh refuse to go?
Winter snow remains so pure
It holds a dames white allure.
Desert lands covered in ice,
No longer can they entice
The spirit long forgotten.
Did you know that it was rotten?
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