mirror, do tell me what I most desire

mirror, tell me something I need to know

what do I need to quench this raging fire

that my fantasy has only made grow,

with burning passion to rid of the truth

that is reality, with sweet and open

arms the doves call out to me and my youth,

they snatch up in their beaks, while the raven

does not call, but rather watches above,

a looming reminder of what darkness is

that it can be comfort, a masked love

that circles and even encompasses

with the love of a parent, reminding

that fantasy kills goals worth finding