Ryan A. McGraw
The Basilisk and the Mirror
There once was a basilisk
Who was always alone.
It never had any friends
And never could look in it’s lover's eyes.
For they would all turn to stone.
There once was a mirror,
Who displayed the truth.
Many people would ask.
And the people would doubt.
For its answer was full,
And its vision was clear.
And it would reply to both far and near.
There once was a lonely basilisk and a truthful mirror.
Forbidden for one to see.
And one right even without a gaze to be seen.
The basilisk felt hopeless and rejected,
And wanted to ask the mirror why.
And as always the mirror responded truthfully.
And now there is only stone within its sight.
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