Looking Glass

I looked into her eyes, I thought it wise to know my creation. They were not the window to her soul that I expected. In her place I found a looking glass. Made by way of her eyes and a soul now painted black. What I saw was this Indivisible Skeleton looking back. I denied it three times, like all mirrors she must now be telling lies. Her eyes can not know what they showed me. Shaken I toss her aside, it was one thing to know. It is another to see that I am little more than Nothing and Reason.