You do not know my story quite so well
With quill and dark ink, I write now to tell.
The pains of time have changed my own soul’s sound
Who I once was, no more may she be found.
Once, the world was new and green, with people
Kind and loving, equal betwixt themselves
Children cared for. But time makes change in all.
Humans are no different. Cruel hearts
Emerg’ed from the whole. I saw them change,
Looking in their mirrors, for I am the
Goddess of Reflections. Murder was done
Before my eyes, the mirrors staining rust.
Children killing parents, parents beating
Sons. Something is wrong with this world, kindness
Falling second to cruelty, pointless rage.
I could not stand the sight of grief, but
When I tried to change what I saw unfold,
Punishment was invoked upon my head.
They closed me into my realm, helpless to
Escape, unable to communicate
Except through mirrors, gateways to my world.
And so I found my heroine one day
A century since I had been locked away,
When she looked into glass, tears on her face.
She grieved for someone I had never known.
When she saw me, sadness turned into fright.
I do not blame her; she was but mortal.
Mari Corde was the girl’s whispered name
When I asked her how I was to address her.
She heard my plight and understood my words
And took me as her Goddess, my link to
Her world. Now she travels in search of those
Who locked me into glass and water clear,
Seeking ways to break me from this prison
That I wait in still. I will be freed soon
By her hand. The reward is ours to reap:
A world to change to old ways and new peace.
I will not rest ’till Mari ends my goal
Of teaching other gods my woes
And to the world, the end of cruelties done
To the innocent, lambs in lion’s dens.
Alas, there is no other way but death
And fear wrought on those who do wrongs. I wish
There were some cleaner path to show the world
But humans fail to understand that their
Actions may have consequence, and so the
Only way to teach them is by cruel and
True example. Mari has told me her
Past, her sister dead and mother broken.
She knows not of her sister’s newborn life
Elsewhere in the world, undoing my work
With pointless death, a darkness in her heart
Ending life without true cause behind her.
One day she too shall learn from her actions,
When I am freed and may advance my cause.
Mari is but the first step to new change
To free the world from its long-stirring rage.
But the world is too large for her alone
To alter through mortal means, as legs may
Only wander so far before they fail,
And what effects are seen when only one
Fights back against injustice given to
Those who don’t deserve it? Mari needs help
In this task that I cannot give to her
Without some outside aid. And so I send
Her seeking heroes who do share my cause.
It is not an easy search, for many
Are causing pains. I will make them see
The wrongs in their held views of the world they’ve
Lived in, killed in, died and return’ed to.
-Note: Will be added to. Written entirely in iambic pentameter.