The face, within the mirror, shan’t display
The visage of a monster? Nay; but, who
Might set out to discover what is true;
Not planning to destroy; nor ever stray
From good. His mild manner could allay,
And ever would his good intent undo,
Near any fear or doubt he’d not renew
His Godly pledge; and never disobey.
He, to the mirror, says: “I shan’t forget
That I, this day, shall take this world, unclean,
And, of it, make a better place.” Foretell
Ye; face with horror; watch his silhouette
Perform those actions sure to bring, unseen,
Into reality, the road to Hell.
- For: daydreamdaisies
Your punctuation is beautifully done. You’re a vocalist’s dream, my dear. This work is easy to “sight read”, if you will.
You said a mouthful there, dear. Quite a subject and well put, as usual.
um, yes…I will comment on just about everything. You do make the sparks fly in my brain. (this however, is not permission to keep said brain in a jar when I’m dead)