Hidden within old stone grey walls,
With glass-less windows and ancient halls,
Lies one phenomenon
That breaks every law of fantasy,
Reality,
and myth,
Within the human mind.

If your eyes ever bestow upon this path,
you may find a sudden urge to walk down it.
This deep dark hallway
which no one wishes to enter,
holds the deepest secrets to your selfish interior.

And so, the shattered mirror sits,
On its throne of a wall.
The highest stature of them all.

Within every shattered piece of glass,
Shows a little story of your past.
When you look into the mirror, what is it you see?
Is it pain?
Is it grief?
Is it anxiety?
Perhaps, will it be the shining embers of your childhood?
or the damp ashes of your past?
There are no secrets here,
For the mirror sees through every layer and every wall you ever built.
You see every bit of your inner self.
The kind,
The evil,
And the guilt...