I gazed at the sheen mirror
Grand and glorious it was,
There I discerned a little maiden With wonder written in diamond eyes Which soon turned to a dazzling laugh
Her raven locks were falling down
as the gentle rays of crystal moon
Her amethyst dress draped to her knees,
Embracing the serenity of her petite figure
Her eyes carried the fear of a songbird before its first fly
Her rosy lips circled
to a mischievous grin,
hiding all the marvel of her thoughts
An epitome of beauty, I mumbled
A beacon of youth, I whispered Marvel bewildered me
As I wondered of life "how majestic,"
I gasped
Until a voice entwined me
And I paused to look behind
There I behelded the kindest of souls A gentle figure, lits up my worlds Divine and Dearest
Yet Withered and Torn
" by what?" I question
Hints of beauty once carried evident on her sculpted face
Hardships she felt throughout witnessed by her calloused hands
Her teary eyes had seen
the vicious devils so feared
Yet she stands before me
With all her igniting might
For the sake of all so dear
Oh but life was stealing her youth, Under the vails of dark,
unknown and so hidden
Steals what long ago so cherishly gifted
"Oh ferocious life!" I gasped
As my heart weighted with woe
An unyielding flame blazed inside me As guilt and sorrow whispered to my ears
Oh how I had unseen it all
Drowned in the odysseys of youth
Oh how foolish,
To think, life was so majestic!
- by Hiruu:)
Pov-portray the change of mind of the narrator (addressed as "I") as she beheld a dearest (addressed as " the kindest of souls... ")
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