Mirrorchild (Poem)

 

My mirrorchild
My darker half
inexplicably linked in love
for our sun,
Our lord.
Bathed in his light
I grow brighter
I grow stronger every day

My mirrorchild,
My darker half
watching from the shadows
cursing that he be mine

Sometimes mirrors can be magic,
A doorway
A portal to another world mayhaps
I touch its cold smooth surface and

My darker half the light
And I the shadow?
Diminuished, dwindling, dying
She has my flame, she has my love
Who knew,
I was the mirrorchild all along

 

Zoe

 

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