Into the Shadowed Mirror

I gaze, usure of what fiend I may see,
Into the Shadowed Mirror,
What skulking, hellish thing will

Mountain Hare

Thought I grew up just like you

Born of mountains and rabbits.

Thought I grew up just like you

Born of grey

the trees beckon me to their united front
tendrils of fog whispering against their leafless branches
the air is still and

Lost

Life use to be so easy

I use to know it all

Sometimes I would stumble

But would never fall

It has led me to wonder

Verse Two:
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I
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I knew I was uncertain
when I couldn't decide:
until, of course, I realized
that I was certain about being