Looking through the glass
panes of crystalled dew
one lone flame flickers,
illuminating a far-gone sketch,
a shadow, that once I knew.
Fragile as the glass about,
dark, hauntingly, helplessly true.
A shadow reflects proportions, basics,
outlines, disregarding nuance.
A person fills the outer shell,
residing within, one heaven,
one hell.
\'Tis the way of souls to work,
be it torment, be it bliss;
thus envy no being, who lives their life,
a shadow, such as this.