September 8, 2010
By Anonymous

Closer still, not closest yet
Vain the mirror won’t forget
Lock and key will not deter
Keep along until you’re sure

What he was, against his brother
In cruelest place before no other
Up and up and up plus one
Right from entrance to the sun

Truth revealed to none but me
Why ignore the queen’s decree?
I am nothing – you are mine
Fall asleep to pure divine

Love and silence, hope and peace
Crying gently as we cease
Kill me now, or I will die
Open her eyes, a gentle sigh

The author's comments:
Found the first few bits in an old journal. Made up the rest about a recent experience...trying to achieve a sort of dreamlike/nightmarish quality.

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