In the temple of judgment, stands a mirror in dejection,
Its tainted glass, said runes, to echo only perfection....
Few would dare to muse upon their reflection....
And eons since, it birthed only hate and rejection
Many so wise and courageous, accomplished men,
Stood in front boldly but all in vain,
Not a single wisp of an image,not even a grain,
The mirror drove men with jealousy insane.
So then came a day the wise all said,
"'tis is proper that the mirror doth fade...
For without blemish naught here is made"
Thus ended their quest and the mirror lay dead.