In the mirror of astral woe,
Reflections of the soul did show.
Not faces, but the shadows of thoughts,
Woven into a cosmic knot.
Each glance revealed a spectral tale,
Of existence where truths turned frail.
The mirror’s surface, a gateway to fears,
Where the self was lost in forgotten years.
Through its glass, the void stared,
Revealing the soul’s deepest despair.
Each reflection was a whisper of the infinite,
A gaze into the abyss, where darkness split.
The mirror reflected not what was seen,
But the essence of what might have been.
In its depths, the astral realm’s sorrow grew,
A mirror to the soul’s darkest view.
In the shadowy realms it held,
Unspoken dreams and fears rebelled.
Each fleeting vision, a ghostly parade,
Of regrets and desires that never faded.
Through the silken haze of the mirror’s sheen,
Spectres of what was, what might have been,
Danced in the void, where shadows spun,
A spectral waltz, where past and future ran.
The mirror’s surface shimmered with cosmic light,
Reflecting the pain of eternal nights.
In its glass, the truth lay bare,
A portrait of despair woven with care.
Lost souls wandered in its depths,
Seeking solace in forgotten dreams.
The mirror of astral woe, an oracle of desires unfulfilled,
Showed the fractured longings, forever stilled.
Each glance through its surface revealed,
A truth too hostile to be concealed.
The mirror, a portal to endless regret,
Held the sighs of desires unmet.
In its heart, the astral woe persisted,
A reflection of the soul’s dreams, twisted.
Each vision was a lamentation’s cry,
A whisper of the self, destined to die.
The mirror’s glance, both cold and cynical,
Showed reflections both dark and whimsical.
In its depths, where illusions lay,
Reflected the tears that never dried.
The mirror of astral woe, an endless scroll,
Revealed the fragments of fractured dreams.
In its depths, where every glimmer faded,
The mirror revealed secrets never laid.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
