REFLECTIONS ETCHED BY TIME

As she opens those pages

from a forgotten tome

shadows darken

and laughter is heard,

Magic is revealed,

But at what cost ?



Shadows of her yesterdays

and lost youth,

Laughter in the face of time,

Dreaded...

Gone by,

Only lite of the glistening,

Pools of tears she holds back,

The price ?

Wrinkled in the reflections of her mirror,



She was warned

to touch in the arcane

as wonderous and mysterious as it might be,

Still...

reveals somethings

never meant...

to be known.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in partnership with fellow Poet Billy Whitehorn of, Colorado.

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