She brushed her hair in the mirror of time
looking at the reflections of what could of been
looking with solemn tears in her eyes
as her refection smiled and faded away

The ticking of her carriage clock
sent her into a state of pity
she formed a hollow scream
deep within her subconscious

She shivery melted like a candle
by the chimes of midnight songs
and the glow within her beauty
started to dim and die

She had been in the crossfire
the crossfire of love and hate
but she was of star stuff
and no one could dictate

For she held time in her pocket
and she made space for herself
she was a degree above burning
and her light was pure as grace

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris