I stare long
At the magical oracle
Which answers to none.
Why do you exist?
I ask of it.
Am I wise enough to know?
I hear my echoes.
Unseen by naked eye
The reflections of mind and mirror.
Crisscrossing the medium
Like bullets; swift and powerful.
A psychological battle
With victory so close, yet so far.
Friend and foe, embodied together
Their deaths intertwined
I cannot live, while she dies.
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