Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Risk your fate to gain it all.
Was it worth it? You decide.
Your reflection tells no lies.
Do you see what you have done?
It escaped and had some fun.
Because of you, your friends are dead.
This is not all in your head.
You only made a vain mistake,
Blind to those who you would break.
Do you regret it? Are you sure?
You said that it would make them pure.
YOU ARE READING
Drabble
PoetryA collection of random stuff composed of poems, collections of thought, and other miscellaneous stuff. Do not expect anything too extravagant because I write most of these on a whim and hardly ever revise them. My apologies. If something stands out...
