I suppose I am in a poetic mood today...
It's storming outside, the deafening thunder
Is a contrast to the quiet roaring inside of me.
I look into a mirror
and the mirror shatters.
The pieces fly into my eyes and I shut them
I shall behold myself for all eternity.
For my reflection is not tainted by yours, and your eyes
Do not behold what I appear, only as I am.
I do not know what you are.
But I shall find you out.
That is my purpose that you shall not steal from me.
Ginevra Weasely-
A Riddle unraveler.