Isaiah 9:2

"The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, upon them a light has shined."

Ophelia

There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. There on the pendant boughs her crownet weeds Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, And mermaid-like a while they bore her up; Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element. But long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.

~Taken from Shakespeare's Hamlet

The ninth raven visited me in a dream....just before I fell asleep............

~Ashen Gray

The image appears distorted,broken and shattered
and yet the glass remains intact
Within that silver pool I can see the crumbling shards
of the person that once was
The likeness within that metal
polished, cold and cruel,no longer embodies the soul within
Long past are the days that I could gaze into my mirror
and not see brutal pain
In the eyes of my reflection

~WhispersofaLady

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