Radu's Cave

Library - Poetry - Untitled #2

A heart best wed to one of grace,
No other heart can e'er replace,
So when it's lost no good is found,
You'll find no heartbeat underground.

The broken mirrour, shards in three,
Amidst it all your soul you see,
It magnifies, yet splits apart,
Reflecting what's within your heart.

And when at last you reconcile,
Three opposing to one profile,
You know at last your inner soul,
And save yourself from Death's dark hole.

As from the brink you stagger back,
You stare into the endless black,
Dizzy, weak, confused, alone,
You stand before the great unknown.