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Fall
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Was I always meant to fall?
Roses white, and dying light,
Silver’s sweet forgiving bite,
She'll ask “why?”
No answers found,
And I'll rot deep
Beneath the ground.
For the only kingdom waiting for me,
When I fall to eternal sleep,
Is two feet wide,
And six feet deep.
Mirrors
are an excellent metaphor for asking profound questions. Well constructed rhyme and content - a view shared by many. When you're dead, that's it. i'm holding out for heaven; something other. - slc
Sad, moving, and mysterious.
Mysterious, sad, and moving.