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Part ii

These eyes of a stranger

reflecting in the Blade's

polished steel.

Dancing soul, wayward feather

Confused spirit, lost heart

Eyes of a stranger

staring into the forgotten

Invader is in the being

Sickness dawning

As the stranger takes root,

who have I became?

Part iii

The mirror lies,

because the truth is rotten.

The reflection is lost,

because the spirit is wandering.

When the gaze cast upon the shiny twin,

there is no awareness of knowing.

Eyes bloodshot,

knowledge is drunk and lost.

I look into those hazel eyes,

asking "Who are you stranger?"