Thanks, everyone. When the Mirror Fell The glass of the mirror is shattered, Its flawlessness irrevocable: Glistening, Technicolor drops of sorrow. Beautiful, but terrible, A reminder of things I?d rather forget. The sea of shards is razor-sharp, jagged, cutting, A mere (though terrifying) shadow of what it used to be. I want more than anything to kneel beside it, To gather its broken body into my arms, To take it away, to some haven, and piece it back together. But I know that, should I try, The mirror?s serrated slivers would bite into my flesh, Mercilessly and without remorse. Even if I had the power to reassemble it, Things could never be the way they were. That mirror, that dear, familiar creature, Who once seemed so unshakably Good, Took too many things with it when it fell. Vases were broken, Holos? frames splintered: Yet the faces still grin at me, Still wave at me from that broken picturesque world. Forevermore, this room is changed. No longer is it soft or calm; No longer does it welcome me?or anyone. My world has gone dark and cold. And the mirror?oh, the mirror? The beautiful, fiery, loyal presence Who once refracted miracles and Light into miniature rainbows And brought an honest smile to my face Is no more. It has become something utterly sinister, Utterly unknown. A villain, a bringer of Darkness. No longer does it make rainbows on the floor Or reflect a happy child?s smile. Life is full of unkind knowledge. We all are plagued with it. For me, though... Perhaps the worst of all is that I did not prevent the change. I did not stop the mirror's toppling.