Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Harsh Light Of Truth

Cloak drawn close with deliberate care,
She turned, eyes lowered, hair mussed,
A mue on her face as she took to the stair,
She rejoined her companion thus:

"Though kings have walked these halls in the past
Take care to whom you are speaking
You'll find my patience is known to wear fast
And you were just made for breaking."

No sound was heard but her determined step
As she stormed to the end of the hall,
Not hearing the faint voice say, with mocking pep,
"Well, you aren't the fairest of all!"

There was a picture of a large mirror that was used as this week's prompt for the challenge. If I can find it I'll amend this post so you can see my inspiration for this piece.


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