Softly humming colour onto a phantom world.

Adone watched her with awe while in the dark she peered from slits, silver flashing and smoldering.

For her eyes were no more entirely blind.

Sunlight hurt her, confusing the ghosts.

She said she could see spots and nothing more.

But the quiet smile on her lips spoke of witchcraft.

There was steel in her veins under the soft pale skin.

His mouth tasted sour, at the same time he longed for one glance.

Grey afternoons came and went, watching dark clouds move above his proud head.

Cold settling in the wind, lending time to pensive thought.

You, fool. The mirror laughed You, inconsolable, heartless wretch.

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