The mirror shifts

As an image warps

Into something new

Is this my reflection?

Or is there someone behind

The looking-glass

Someone from another world

Not my own?

A sweet song begins

As I step through

And I meet the stranger

The angel of music

His eyes are sullen

What kind of life has he known?

His voice fills my spirit with strange new songs

His haunting eyes

That both hated and adored

His face shows no horror now

But it is his soul

That is truly misshapen

Alone in that darkness.