I turn my head and look forward...
...Seeing a creature standing before me.
She has hair of silvery moonlight,
her face as smooth as spider's silk.
Half her body is like pearl,
Shimmering its depth in the failing light.
Hands as slender and gentle as a loving mother,
Her fingernails as pure as diamond.
So unlike her other half...
The half as pure as her heart.
Ebony skin like the new moon,
Marred and maimed and dripping red blood.
Skin leeched onto her bones--
Fearing certain demise if taken away.
Breast shriveled, chunks of flesh missing from her arm.
Hand clutched into a living, almost breathing being
Grasping what no one could comprehend to see.
Vampiric teeth glitter from her evil grin,
As she stares back into my eyes.
Yet her eyes are both their own.
Both so beautiful and so terrible,
I fear to look away.
Lashes so perfect, no wrinkles to be seen...
...I look into her lustrous eyes,
So precious they seem for my very existence.
They are the eyes of the eclipsed sun,
Mixed in with fire of the purest hatred,
And ice from the coolest indifference.
Yet so passionate, this creature is.
Determined to satisfy her own self-gain...
...If she were a material being,
She would die infinite times to achieve her goals.
Slowly, my intrigue grows into addiction
And I raise my right hand to touch her.
Slowly, she raises her left arm,
Reaching for my hand with her rotting fingers...
...The tips of our fingers unite,
And I feel nothing of what I had expected.
A smooth coolness...
Then my realization came into focus...
I looked upward to see a frame...
A frame of darkness surrounded this creature.
My discovery was this:
I was this demonic spirit,
And this frame of darkness...
Was nothing more than the frame of a mirror.
