Walk across miles into the cold land
Winter forever and where it stands
The life of a mascot shrouded in mist
The scorched soul where he is never dismissed
You become the soul
Broken roots to its core and enslaved
You lock the door
The stone walls with our names engraved
Left to a broken palace
Kings using words of spring
Holding up familiar strings
The influence begs you to forgive
Giving you a voice without sanity
Giving a hoax inside your head
Giving protection in his vanity
Giving promise before death
Left beneath the ground
A place you avoided with your soul
A freakish land devoid of idea
Constant minds thrown down the hole
Why destroy what you swore to protect?
Isn't it all hypocrisy?
Why protect what what is found dead?
Just to cause controversy?
Watching through the looking Glass
You see a mascot in paradise
A beauty against reality
Your reality is what you asked
Distorted reflection wearing a mask
Made out of light and purity
The reflection is perfect
But far from reality
Given a goal
To satisfy his desire
To become whole
And reach beyond the mire
Your salvation in dire
This is what you get
This is what they get
What you didn't expect
This is a poem I was very proud of when i made it.