She walked barefooted along the path of the forest
numb to the rocks beneath her feet
the wind playing a melancholy melody on the strands of her hair.
Sunlight through the trees like a flashing dance of fireflies
Behind her, in the distance a monstrous sound
it’s score branded on her skin.
She placed her hands on her chest
feeling the beat of freedom.
She smiled, a relief she had forgotten existed.
She lifted her head to the calling of her name
there stood two girls, one boy, one man, and four women
All dressed in white with roses in their hands– except for one.
She reached them with the sound of water falling off in the distance
The man dressed in white stepped forward and presented to her
a golden box.
She knew it was the love she was looking for.
She took it from his hand and opened the lid.
She grinned, and knew she had found it at last–a mirror.