Reflection
From: Daphne

He pauses to look in the ancient
Mirror, seeing only
Himself and the beauty of a
Slender nameless body sleeping
Peacefully beneath the disheveled sheets.
Blissfully unaware of the shadows
Which creep in through the window
Disguised in ethereal moonlight,
He returns to bed, wanting only to
Feel the warmth of her
Body next to his, to fall asleep
Listening to the lullaby of
Her gentle heartbeat,
But she is gone...the haunting scent of
Her perfume is merely a
Reminder of their passion;
All that remains are the evil
Chattering whispers of the dark
Spirits who mock him as they
Take her away into the
Coldness of the night.
Rising angrily to confront his demons,
He challenges them to face him, but
The mirror beckons him, its call a
Siren song and he is held captive
By the jagged crack in the glass that
Distorts his images, making it
Foreign to himself.
The room becomes a darkened void
And eh sees the pale, death-like
Visage of Truth staring back
At him from the unknown realm
That lies just behind the mirror,
Beyond his reach.
Frustrated, he shatters the mirror,
Unable to look at himself any longer;
He cries out her name
As his tears fall
Among the shards of glass which
Have pierced his heart,
But she doesn't answer...
She will never answer, and
He sits silently,
Waiting for her return,
His unseen tears his only testament to his
Pain and the aching need for
Fulfillment in the arms of another;
Even though the mirror no longer
Taunts him, the Truth lingers and
Chokes the remnants of
His broken Spirit as he realizes
Far too late the consequences of
His actions and knows in his
Heart that he is destined to be
Forever
Alone.

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