Mystical Knight

The distorted image of radiating wanting

Within the oasis of the Hall of Mirrors

Reflections of ones self transformed

Altered, distorted, by faces of others,

within a shell of oneself

Lies many souls dancing, within coloured smoke,

midst the Hall of Mirrors

Triumphant of a war not proclaimed,

just fought,

for all who had something

The Mystical Knight who won me over,

By saying three sweet words “I Love You”

He won me over by “Spending the day with me”

By Wendilynn Reilly