Suire (Bardic)

By: Kiusha Posted on: January 31, 2008

She was an ordinary child,

was laughing, smiling, running wild,

until one day she came upon

a mirror surfaced lake.

She knelt to drink a silken sip;

her throat was dry - to take a dip;

't was warm outside, but then she caught

a glimpse of her own face.

She'd never seen herself before,

not seen her stunning looks galore,

her chestnut hair or creamy skin,

her sparkling pale green eyes.

She soon was captured by her gaze,

enchanted, whispered words of praise,

and softly smiled upon the face

that sung into her soul.

She did not leave the Vashnars' lake

until Lord Twilight was awake

and her reflection faded

in the darkness of the night.

Her illness started on that day,

and it has never gone away,

for ever since this Siren's been

fixated on herself.

Her parents saw she was in love;

her mind flew in the clouds above.

So when she asked a mirror they

provided one for her:

't was backed with silver filigree,

and crystal clear, so she could see

each detail of her flawless skin,

the beauty deep within.

She'd lock herself into her room,

to brush her hair, to gape, to swoon.

She'd get a little worse each time

until she stayed inside.

She didn't eat, she didn't sleep.

Her illness had become so deep

that she began to pine away

within her loving gaze.

Her parents took her far from home

and wrote her name into a tome,

admitting her into the ward

for those with ailing minds.

Her mother cried, her father prayed,

but she'd have died if she had stayed,

and so Creville Asylum closed

their gates around the girl.

She did not miss her parents or

the world that lay beyond the door:

she'd brought her mirror. It was all

that she would ever crave.

The nurses made her eat her food,

she slept on drugs. 'T improved her mood.

She was quite happy for a while

inside her private world.

All Sapience' best therapist

reviewed her mind, went through the mist,

but he found nothing that would bring

her back to who she was.

She was content in her disease,

and all the doctor's expertise

was wasted on her since she had

no wish of being cured.

Mirror in hand, she spent her days

within a smitten, blissful haze.

For years she smiled upon her face

until one fated hour.

A fragile balance finally snapped.

The faculty was bound and strapped

by those much crazier than her,

a cruel, mindless crowd.

A frenzy stirred by freedom's call

soon turned into a bloody brawl,

and even she was soon beset

by men with thirst for blood.

She fought with tooth and nail to win,

but still they marred and burned her skin,

cut off her fingers, and, worse still,

they broke her mirror's glass.

She nearly died, but she was strong,

and listened to her inner song:

it told her she would be all right.

She held on to dear life.

When she could finally move again,

she turned with fear to see her twin.

The shattered glass could not conceal

the damage to her skin.

Her beauty was forever gone,

nothing remained to fawn upon,

But she kept watching the distorted

image of herself.

Despite the mirror's sad demise

she found her sparkling pale green eyes

and recognised the one she loved

was still the same inside.

Forever trapped within those walls

she is the least alone of all,

because she'll always have herself

to keep her company.