Mirror, Mirror, On the wall,
where do you go in this endless spire?
Left untouched for thousands upon thousands of years,
wishing for a symbol to inspire.
Your eyes reflect your haunted past, daring to succumb to the fate at last-
But then you heard the voice of hope,
an innocent boy, with joy in his voice.
At last the symbol that will help you cope.
no longer locked by the shackles that held you in it's mighty grasp,
harshly thrown into life oh so fast.
"You saved me!" you cry out in joy
Free at last, no longer employed.
YOU ARE READING
Drabble Collection
RandomA book for the small drabbles i write every once and awhile. Might end up being a large collection, might not. - Don't expect high quality. I barely write outside of writing assignments, and this is just a little project to refresh my writing...
