An Act m
I came across a mirror's face,
and saw a visitor unknown,
Whose countenance and steely gaze,
Flash burned a deep chill to the bone.
A torrent of dissolution,
And wretched chains impaled my breast,
thus bore witness disillusion,
From cracks alongst the mirror's edge.
A specter gambling paltry chips,
Spat promises not to be sown,
who's lost their Sight, a heart, a mind,
For transgressions yet to atone.