Return of Estella

Tracing her steps back in time

She looks into the magic mirror

The wrinkles fade to show a rosy skin

The lips bloom to fervour

The ebony hair flows down her shoulder

Like a playful river

Knots of breeze tie like ribbons

Satin blue was her colour.

With her beauty intact,

She smiles,

The smile to which countless hearts yield

Yet something is amiss

Her beauty remains incomplete.

Then she sees,

What her eyes did not -

The hollow in her heart

"Estella" the walls echoed

The name from which she could not part.

A wicked laugh rose through the mirror

"You cannot hide behind the hair now white

A soul so black,

Like the dark of the night

Reflects its evil through the eyes"

Her hands trembled and dropped the silver comb

Ghosts from her pasts returned from the tomb

She crashed the mirror

The laugh echoed louder

Shards of glass pricked through her eyes

Once again she turned a blind eye

To her fairy tale of lies.