a haiku poem - of a mirror, of a soul
he is a human;
she, a ghostly mirror
something sparked in them
people once said that
humans and daemons were not
to have relations
but they did, despite
not knowing it, even though
they'd each fallen hard
he was entranced by
her bubbliness, her naivety;
and she, his cold charm
people scorned them,
for such relations, a kind
the Guild approved not
yet their blossoming
feelings prevailed, bringing them
days of bittersweet