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.