Mirrors shown a miracle shining,
True face behind masks hiding,
Weakness felt as cold tears fell,
Tears with taste and smell of blood.
The true images with mirrors shattered,
Self boasted magician in wickedness smiled,
Gathered scavengers in hunger for flesh, blood and death moaned,
In the heart silence like a storm roamed.
Time given like rain clouds flown,
Opportunities like leaves in fall fell,
Life like the traffic on the opposite road went,
And the glorified image smiled,
Even when time all around sadness showered.