Her dance with death continues, night does get
As deep as darkened possibilities.
With each and every step, she loses, lets
Herself become subject to travesty.
Forgetting, moving backward, step by free,
But careless step. She’s lost her dreams to hate.
It’s when throughout her life, she fails to see
Herself within her mirror image cage.
She seeks the beauty that ne’er existed.
Her search of ages ends in vain. Nothing.
She’s got nothing to show; empty-handed
Before her end, she’s lost it all in fling.
There’s life in truth—in finding what’s inside
By overcoming ego veiled as pride.