by Heather Lyon

Created on: May 06, 2008

Obsidian Mirror

When the light fades,
And the sable skirts,
Fall among marble halls.
We are faced with
The obsidian mirror,
A reflective darkness,
That shows a distorted view,
Of the self,
A reflection in a light,
That shows only the ugliness,
Of our selves, the failure,
The blame, and distortion,
We carry in ourselves.
Carved in the rock,
Runes; lined with blood,
Willingly poured as,
A punishment we place,
Upon ourselves.
Thinking of those moments,
Where we could have
Time and lives changed.
Rattling double edge sabers,
Of the mind,
Tearing the sanity,
So that we no longer recognize,
The image before us.
Keeping from us the true light,
That shines through the eyes,
Turning the obsidian mirror,
Into the truth of glass.

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