Katoptris

Looking glass, are you?

Tell me the fate, Katoptris

A surface so clear

A message so cryptic

But Katoptris you reveal

What a heart would fear

And I fear what stares back

From the looking glass

So empty an image at glance

Yet you contort our souls

Until a sinful grin stares back

Awakening what lay dormant

Secret lusts making us whole

So tell me, you are the fated Katoptris

Of the fated Troy

And equally fated am I

Equally corrupted, aren't we?

Can I accept this truth?

In which destroys me?

Oh but you're the sacred glass

Seer of fate,

Slow slayer of its own masters

Inducing your flawless disaster

Upon the selfish and the weak