It was in an empty hall
I heard the crack
It was like,
Glass shattering.
My smile
The picture of seventh heaven.
I heard the sound,
A child’s laughter.
The very essence of
Childhood.
A girl in ivory silk.
A bouquet of Cypress and Thistle.
Took hold of my hand,
her’s feeling like
reapers mirth.
In the graceful steps
of a dance
We waltz though the halls.
In the distance
I hear the chatter of life,
as it mourns of its
Forsaken Child.
I walk down the cold hallways
the vibrant color of light
bleeding out
like bleach to
a stained world
The hooded man
collecting it as penance
He walks behind us
his aura dark as
my ivory girl.
She leads me to a
room covered in twin
Glass walls
Bars first positioned in front
only to keep oneself
from killing the Reflection.
As she leads me
to the center of the,
Glass castle
Worlds of delirium
reach to my body.
Touching, pulling, violating
Words of the glass reflection
that stares back
and takes
my every movement.
As I stare again,
I see my ivory angel
she giggles in the reflection
sounding like chiming bells.
Her skin pure
like a porcelain doll
She cracks and shatters,
as my ears hear
The distant lament of lucidness.
The world blight,
Eroded to red.
Bittersweet mania,
flashed in my eyes.
I almost felt the kiss
of fragmented
Reflection
Scarlet,
dancing with
me in metallic glory,
As I fell through the Glass Castle
of the hooded man’s laugh.