The Mirror - HP poem - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: The Mirror
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer:  Not my character, that Mirror of Erised. Or the beautifully broken silver boy. Though I leave to you which he is. Written purely because I am a poet at heart.
Warnings: hmm… none, really. I haven’t read the sixth book. I suppose I’ve implied child abuse here.
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: first

I am the Mirror.
Need I more introduction than that?
I am hollow promises
And the open sky.
I am a blank book and a pen poised to write;
I am a reflection of everything wanted and never given.

I am the Mirror. 
I am who you truly are, as you are only what you desire.
I am who you truly are, as you are only what you long for when no one else can see.
I am who you truly are, as I reveal what you’ve hidden.
I am a reflection of everything wanted and never given.

I am the Mirror. 
I am a lie.
I am flawless.
I am perfection only in your dreams—
And you shall dream of me.
For I am a reflection of everything wanted and never given.

I am the Mirror, 
Slanted and twisted and broken in the night.
I am pieces littering the floor—
But I cannot die, even as I am no more.

So, child of tomorrow, never shall I leave— 
Always, you will remember what you saw before I fell into shards.
Always, you will remember—
And do not give up.

I am a reflection of what could be. 

Silver boy, born of moonlight and unblemished lies, 
Silver boy, born of dying love and bleeding sighs,
Silver boy, born of arrogance, greed, and rage,
Silver boy, born of death and the darkness’ embrace—
I am a reflection of what is in you, those dreams you ignore.
And I am forever, though I am no more. 

I am the Mirror.
Will you look into me?