mirror

mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who's the fairest one of all?
whose charm can bind the hands of time,
transforming chaos into rhyme?
whose beauty far outshines the stars,
making peace where once were wars?
whose gentle words, when spoken firm
can cause a frozen soul to burn?

mirror, mirror, in my hand,
who's the fairest in the land?
whose eyes can search the inmost parts
of feral minds and human hearts?
whose soothing touch can heal the blind
thus leaving darkened days behind?
whose smile makes the sun to rise,
and brings the moon to starless skies?

the one whose laughter shakes the ground
the one whose footsteps make no sound
the one who sails the sea of dreams
the one who is not as she seems

the one who has a thousand faces
whose dwelling is a thousand places
whose eyes have shed a thousand tears
whose life will see a thousand years

mirror, mirror, on the wall,
you are not mine to keep at all
you belong to the one who cannot see
herself as she is meant to be
you show the one who loves you not
the battle she's already fought
pierce through to find her deepest cares
to lift the tiresome weight she bears

mirror, mirror, in my hand,
you came to me from a foreign land
i cannot keep you, for i need you no more
you've shown me what you're really for
your purpose is to reflect the sight
of the one whose beauty burns so bright
that the poets are silent and the masses are stilled
so your voice can be heard, and your wishes fulfilled