The Dark Mirror She stands before the tall thing of wood and glass. The reflection back at her, is not of her own; But of what might be, dark and deep. She stares back at herself; her other, darker self. She stands before the solid wood frame, And places her hand lovingly along the side. As though she is in a trance. It calls to her to come inside. Forget all that is, forget all that once was. She could escape for a short while. But would they really notice, If she was to disappear into the dark realm? Alice could just go slip inside for a short while. It would not be very long, she promised her mind. Just long enough to forget all that has come to be. She would lay among the blackest of flowers And sing along to their sad, woeful laments. She knows of those songs all too well. She caresses the ornate carvings along the frame, Debating more with her brain. She could sit with the mad hatter and the march hare; Share in their lovely littl...
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