Mind Mirrors

Saga ~ Halfway Into Nightfall

The Mirrors of My Mind

I do not possess one single mirror throughout the domains that I now own and hold
I desire not to gaze into a reflection where I see only an echo of what once was ~
Full of faceless Beyond's, lost jewels and gems...‘All now just jaded and remembered;
coated in a forgotten glaze of frost

Once, in centuries Past, I was different in Life’s living
In all those years I harbored nor held any fear of a smooth reflective glass

I took a strangely distorted view of My being
I found wonder and a perverse sense of awe of that which was both imbedded in the far and in the near
I knew of course, of the Mirror World then
but understand if you will,
I wasn’t haunted by what I am now ~ These present-day immortal fears

Consider those days, the Times of My youth
Picture in your mind Disease, Death and the dull aching, abscess of living
ingrained by years with the coexistence of Greed, Strife, Pestilence, and Unrest

And let us not forget the utter absence of a thing that we all know of;
an esoteric concept known as Hope
I saw Hope die in many cracked mirrors
as humanity tore her away from Me then tarnished and raped her;

Then they left her for dead. Dying. Having strangled her by the throat

Those were the images that I gazed at in the speculum
Those are what I saw as the Sign of the Times
Foggy recollections wrapped within tendrils of Abandon
Mystical remnants Forever captured
Within the Mirrors of My Mind

JWS, 26 Apr 00 (For “Saga” chapter undetermined, under work)

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