Burning flame in the mirror, darkness all around,

You’re enclosed by the artifact of the past’s sense;

Upheld by the sycophant’s sick word as profound;

An ocean of sweet despair, mistaken for hope.

Looking into your reflection, a shadow grows,

Juxtaposing your luster for a brighter blaze;

Obliterating, by touch, what one may know;

Blinding all one can see by its tenebrous shade.

Now in the Mind’s Eye, you twirl as an inferno,

Drowning doubt with your barbarous conflagration;

Sundering the highest of heroes through scandal;

Leaving naught but salted lands for one’s dreams to bloom.

Where potential once undulated, you are cast,

Hardening the Spirit of Man for bitter treats;

Igniting the whole, by your pneuma, with madness;

Toppling the Cosmos' Symphony for a pas seul.

And in your worldly dance, you become the sea;

Like the plains of the earth, wholly extend yourself;

Ascend, through immense leaps, over mountains and trees,

Till nothing’s below you but the blackness of space.

There you descend, flame for form, darkness all around;

Defined by yourself, tumbling through infinity;

Inverted by symbol and sign that stand san sound;

Suffocated by the hopelessness of a lie.