Through the Looking Glass
How distant I remember,
It was month of December,
Where we stumbled upon portal,
In the depths of Central Park.
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The world behind us dying.
About that, adults lying.
And there before our very eyes,
A world no longer dark.
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We paid no heed to danger.
We went through and met the ranger.
Woman with a skull for helm,
And the portal behind closed.
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She showed us magic mirror.
Sight of home, it made us shiver.
Told us how we would survive,
That day, start of our woes.
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Across the world we scavenged.
Our minds and spirits challenged.
Some of our bodies fed the ground,
One by one we'd fall.
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Few of us still alive.
In this battle, we survive.
Those of bow and sword and staff,
In this world we stand tall.
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But I return to the glass.
Think of time that's long passed.
Ponder my decision long ago,
To leave life behind that day.
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This world, a land of much strife.
Fall to fang or long knife.
No returning now for us,
Just fated to find way.