The end of a fallen empire.
My pen can do no wrong.
We wipe the fragile tears
from morning's casual blade.
Go through this mirror again.
Rise again to the other side.
There is no other side.
Nowhere to fall.
Nowhere to rise to either.
Untied within.
We sit with naked hearts
trying to grasp at the...
golden pear of misfortune I said.
It is obvious.
There are no more secrets.
She can see right though.