By Oriana

In the mirror
I see an angel of darkness
Shrouded in black clouds.
The pain in her eyes
Tells of a life
Of hurt and misery.
I try to read into those yes
And see what could be the cause
Of such sadness and grief.
The longer that I stare into those eyes
The more transfixed I become.
After many long moments
Of heart-rendering silence
I come to
And realize that
The forsaken angel
Is only my reflection.
The memories come flooding back
And I remember why
I was so happy to get away.
The pain inside smothers me
Like a blanket of flames.
It takes all of my strength
To fight to get through
The smoke.
I glimpse back into the mirror
And once again
The dreamweaver beckons
With his fathomless hand....