A Million Mirrors Stand in a Room

Silhouetted in Darkness

Made Clear in Light

Each holds a Reflection

Some Deceiving

Some should be Followed

Tunnels opened and closed

"Briefly sought, countless

The darkness parts, hopeful

Gleam, brightness

In a portrait of black.

Fleeting grace of silence

Bask, in a pale clarity

Replied in turn,

With another stroke, to end"

Please Note the parts in Quotation Marks belong to Jarlaxe a member of this site you can find her poem here-