She looked into the mirror,
and vaguely wondered why
those two blank eyes in front of her
always seemed to tell a lie.
She looked up towards the silver moon
with an expression that couldn't be read;
and stood with a feeling so still and silent;
time was hanging by a thread.
She stared into the clear glass window,
through to a dreary sky--
all of dead ends and plattering rain,
gray clouds for passing by.
She glanced a bit beneath the water,
and ice began to freeze;
while the rest of her turned cold and still,
in swept a chilling breeze
She peered in through the hovering mist,
where a dwelling fog stood blue,
and fought forward her way with a desperate heart;
and left behind no clue.
Looking once again into the mirror,
her reflection a wavery mess;
thinking for a second, for a second time;
if her eyes could hold any less.
