Cold as winter, strong as stone;
She faced the darkness all alone.
A silver goddess; a reflection.
A mirage; a recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone, the future black.
Serpents gather in their nest.
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadows.
The moon is risen; she stands below.
She views her world through eyes of others.
Black and white; there are no colors,
As she looks down upon a shattered youth.
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
From: Shattered Mirror By: Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
 KariH8sEvry1 · Tue Mar 08, 2005 @ 04:51pm · 0 Comments |
