Look into the mirror in a dark room,
if your courage does not fail you.
You truly cannot see yourself
under the layers of lightless obscurity.
There is only the faintest outline
that separates your image
from the shadows around you.
Your face is a surfaceless hollow,
and your inner soul is exposed.
But who can tell exactly
what is being reflected?
Does it move as you stand still,
catching your breath
in a frozen specter's grip?
Perhaps it truly does peer up at you,
beyond the looking-glass.
and your shadow takes on a life of its own.