The Mirrors’ Reign

Scribes Ink.

Where the trees unfold like ravens claws,
twigs of talons clinging to crimson weeds.
Spectres whisper to weeping winds,
forcing gales to resurrect dams to soil hopes and dreams.

Where clear water flows, runs the blackest ink,
purging angels from demonic wings;
reflections mimic a looking well,
distorted visions adorns backs of mirror panes.

Where once was fields of the greenest gold,
nature in harvest, a wealth for all;
alternative worlds merge with mirrored splints,
shattered looking glass damns all within its’ range.

~ Copyright ©yikici. 2014-infinity
*Image sourced through DeviantArt.

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