Mirror shattered lifeless on the floor,

Do you not perceive me tempting anymore?

I'm afraid you may be insanely mistaken,

a wary road which you've gone ahead and taken –

Impress my ego with what you see,

I may yet reconcile your prison draped in front of me;

Shard glass stitched, and hemmed,

speak; twist words I do not wish to comprehend,

sharing truths taste of hauntingly cringe,

But –

fabrications I will befriend;

Soul; mind within my hands,

they do have much of me to amend,

boast, and rave your queens' command,

be forewarned, you may find a quicker reach to the bitter end;

Mirror, do tell lies,

I only wish to keep you intact for my fine eyes.