The Bubbling Mirror
by 
DerekH
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Posted: Monday, September 13, 2004 Word Count: 170 Summary: I found this really hard. I ended up chopping the words down and down because I felt I was wasting them for the sake of it...hope it's not too short. It's late too, so this may look like nonesense when I read it back tomorrow...guess I shouldn't post 'til then..but I'm going to anyway :). |
The Bubbling Mirror
It is such a shame to see her smoking, nose in the air, as she rolls onto her side. She was so beautiful, so strong, so perfect. I thought nothing could stop her. That was then. She's not the same now. It was a long, hard fight, but I don't regret it. Once it was started we had to see it through. I didn't get away unscathed.
"She's still a beauty," says Cooky.
"She is that," says I.
In her last moments maybe she looks lovelier than ever; all aglow under the stars. Her shrinking reflection is dazzling, blinding, as she slowly disappears into the bubbling mirror. Now all that remains are flaming trinkets, bobbing beacons. They flicker like haunted candles, tiny spirits floating on the bottomless black. At least the blaze was warm. It's so cold now she has finally gone.
A blackened flag floats slowly by.
"Here's to us Cap'n," says Cooky with a toothless smile. He raises his flask, and we drift away.
It is such a shame to see her smoking, nose in the air, as she rolls onto her side. She was so beautiful, so strong, so perfect. I thought nothing could stop her. That was then. She's not the same now. It was a long, hard fight, but I don't regret it. Once it was started we had to see it through. I didn't get away unscathed.
"She's still a beauty," says Cooky.
"She is that," says I.
In her last moments maybe she looks lovelier than ever; all aglow under the stars. Her shrinking reflection is dazzling, blinding, as she slowly disappears into the bubbling mirror. Now all that remains are flaming trinkets, bobbing beacons. They flicker like haunted candles, tiny spirits floating on the bottomless black. At least the blaze was warm. It's so cold now she has finally gone.
A blackened flag floats slowly by.
"Here's to us Cap'n," says Cooky with a toothless smile. He raises his flask, and we drift away.