A Fractured Reflection
In the mirror's cold embrace, a war of words ignite,
One soul fractured, battling self, beneath the pale moonlight.
The darkness snarls, a serpent's tongue, with venom in its hiss,
"You're weak, pathetic, broken thing, a failure you will kiss."
The light, a flicker in the storm, with voice both frail and brave,
"We rise above the ashes, hope from despair we save."
The darkness spits, a mocking laugh, "Hope? A childish dream!
A fleeting ember, soon to fade, a cruel and hollow scheme."
The light retorts, a teardrop falls, "Love's warmth will see us through,
A gentle hand to hold us close, a promise ever true."
The darkness scoffs, "Love's fickle heart, a fleeting, fragile thing,
They'll see your scars, your brokenness, and cast you on the wing."
The light persists, a trembling flame, "Though scars may mar our skin,
We'll mend the cracks, and rise anew, a stronger soul within."
The darkness roars, a thunderous rage, "Your fight is weak and small,
Doomed to fall, to fade away, with nothing left at all."
The light cries out, a defiant spark, "We fight each passing day,
With every breath, we conquer fear, and find a brighter way."
The battle rages, fierce and loud, a tempest in the night,
Light and dark, in endless war, for dominance they fight.
The mirror cracks, reflecting pain, a battle yet undecided,
Who claims the victory in the end, forever will be hidden
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