When a mirror breaks, it doesn’t cry,
Knowing it can’t be fixed; It awaits
A magician’s repair the damage on magic love.
Deathra, do you see my soul; its not what you see?
I saw the Sterling Queen after moments of days,
I felt the exact feelings I had felt on first find,
Knowing the world is dying and I’m waiting,
I called the healer out of darkness.
I feel hopeless to write anymore,
To whom I write the words I write,
My mirrors broke thousands time,
They scream to go back to that night,
Where you forced me to stay alive!