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. . . Blame my love for Alice in Wonderland and 358/2 Days for this. >.>
Okay, so my little sister and I were watching some cutscenes from 358/2 Days on YouTube. And there's this one cutscene, after Roxas' boss battle with someone . . . that someone is apparently glass-linked. So I wrote this. Yep.
Please enjoy. And don't mind me being an obsessive Wonderland fan, that's what made writing this poem fun. ^_^
Okay, so my little sister and I were watching some cutscenes from 358/2 Days on YouTube. And there's this one cutscene, after Roxas' boss battle with someone . . . that someone is apparently glass-linked. So I wrote this. Yep.
Please enjoy. And don't mind me being an obsessive Wonderland fan, that's what made writing this poem fun. ^_^
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Through The Shattered Looking-Glass
(And What Roxas Found Out There)
Look through the looking-glass, boy
Look through the looking-glass.
(Your name may not be Alice,
but what does that count?)
Look through, go through,
Shake hands with yourself, speak nicely
What do you see?
What do you see?
Tell me, Destined Key
Whose empty hearts trills
And sings with brokenhearted blackbird songs
What do you see?
You see yourself,
Or is that really you?
Who knows, who knows
On the chess-tile which one is ashamed
of their name
Or, is that even your name?
A battle for identity
The black chess-pieces are losing
Thirteen of them, going down, down
Are you joining?
Smash! The looking-glass shatters
All you know, muddled
(Helter-skelter)
Which truth is a lie?
Which lie is a truth?
Which way is what way?
Do you even know?
Or are you as confused as the rest of us?
Can you see your reflection?
(Look through the looking-glass, boy.)
What do you see?
One part is brown, one part is blond
Both eyes blue-of-sky, yet differently shaded
One side makes you larger
The other makes you smaller
What makes you larger – brown or blond?
What makes you smaller – blond or brown?
What makes you normal – both, or none-at-all?
Do you see other people?
Friends? Foes?
People of the past which-you-don’t-know?
One is guided by the light given by fire
But fire can burn
Glass can cut, break, ruin
Glass can show outside – within?
The glass breaks more –
Do you notice?
Or are you still looking for something
In your shattered reflection
Promises of existing hearts
Your Wonderland going down, down
So many fragments,
Yet do you notice?
Soon, your eyes are blinded, and you see the truths-
Kingdoms,
Forests,
Streets,
Oceans,
Cities,
Lights,
Circuses,
Islands,
Nothingness . . .
Wake up.
Your mirror’s gone.
(No more looking-glass to look at, boy.
No more looking-glass.)
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Read and review, please, it makes me happy. ^_^ Thankies!Through The Shattered Looking-Glass
(And What Roxas Found Out There)
Look through the looking-glass, boy
Look through the looking-glass.
(Your name may not be Alice,
but what does that count?)
Look through, go through,
Shake hands with yourself, speak nicely
What do you see?
What do you see?
Tell me, Destined Key
Whose empty hearts trills
And sings with brokenhearted blackbird songs
What do you see?
You see yourself,
Or is that really you?
Who knows, who knows
On the chess-tile which one is ashamed
of their name
Or, is that even your name?
A battle for identity
The black chess-pieces are losing
Thirteen of them, going down, down
Are you joining?
Smash! The looking-glass shatters
All you know, muddled
(Helter-skelter)
Which truth is a lie?
Which lie is a truth?
Which way is what way?
Do you even know?
Or are you as confused as the rest of us?
Can you see your reflection?
(Look through the looking-glass, boy.)
What do you see?
One part is brown, one part is blond
Both eyes blue-of-sky, yet differently shaded
One side makes you larger
The other makes you smaller
What makes you larger – brown or blond?
What makes you smaller – blond or brown?
What makes you normal – both, or none-at-all?
Do you see other people?
Friends? Foes?
People of the past which-you-don’t-know?
One is guided by the light given by fire
But fire can burn
Glass can cut, break, ruin
Glass can show outside – within?
The glass breaks more –
Do you notice?
Or are you still looking for something
In your shattered reflection
Promises of existing hearts
Your Wonderland going down, down
So many fragments,
Yet do you notice?
Soon, your eyes are blinded, and you see the truths-
Kingdoms,
Forests,
Streets,
Oceans,
Cities,
Lights,
Circuses,
Islands,
Nothingness . . .
Wake up.
Your mirror’s gone.
(No more looking-glass to look at, boy.
No more looking-glass.)
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