I am the mirror
And have always been
For ages and ages past
Waiting for one
As sad as I
I am the mirror
I am empty promises
I am the open sky
Where you see all
Your secret desires;
I am the mirror
I am broken hopes
I am the giver of dreams
The friend to all
The destroyer of will;
I am the mirror
And I have seen them all:
Greedy, selfish,
Longing for riches,
Swallowing what they see.
He was not the mirror,
Though I thought he was,
The beautiful, broken
Silver boy, who cried
So beautifully, I wept.
He was not the mirror,
But he could have been,
For he has faced
What it takes to become
One of the silver-framed
He was not the mirror,
But he should have been,
With eyes like the moon,
Beautiful, silver orbs
Reflecting my depths
He was not the mirror,
He was as I once was
With a terrible beauty,
A horrible sadness
That consumed him.
He is the mirror,
His silver eyes glassy,
His scars inscribed
On his frame, as mine
Once were on mine.
He is the mirror,
And I am free,
Released from my desires;
He is consumed, as I was,
By what his heart wept for
He is the mirror
Forced to stand still
Reflecting desires back
At broken gazers, until
One comes as sad as he