Mirror, mirror on the wall,

what is it that you foresaw?

Did you see my weaknesses, my strengths?

Or perhaps my secret dreams and bitter hates?


No. You only see my callous mask.

A spiteful face I dare not ask,

about the secrets in its eyes,

its lusts, its fears and hidden lies.


Before me stands a blank visage,

a soulless creature, a faint mirage.

Why does this stranger never smile?


Tell me! Let me know.

I walk a pathless road,

my tracks as brittle as

the falling snow.


There’s no light ahead,

no morning glow.

For the sun is setting,

and the night is cold.