He stood in the mirror
didn’t dare breath of our air
concerned a bit of his guilt
happy that he stole our joy
totally surprised he was
for the attention we paid
to him, and he knew it
that one day we would find out
he knew all too well, yet
he stood alone in the mirror
like the divisive archangel
his mind run to the borders
where the enemy waited
to learn all the other secrets
all our other sweet secrets
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 