I wept in rooms of Grief.. I howled in chambers of Horror.
In the corridor of Pain, My battered body was dragged..
In the halls of Fame, it signaled my arrival.
I moaned, i loathed..Yet i smiled a Bloody smile.
And laughed a sighing laughter.
Is it the mirror? Is it? Tell me if it is for real?
If i touch..will it break? Will i break?
Will it shatter to a hundred pieces like the shell that destroyed the tower of pride?
...And i touched it.
