The ogre roaming in the metropolis city
Undermines and loathes himself
The mirror seems so alluring, yet he never looks
For he knows all his potential for damage
All he takes is the route of the dark alleys
All in accordance with his miniature stature
Unnoticed, he goes, attention he craves
He just wants to be elegant, to fit in
After this dismal anecdote, he passed away
Once there was, and now there isn't
An ogre who put on a blindfold and never looked
In the mirror, which could have enlightened his soul
Alas! People become bound to their undermining thoughts
Only to find themselves in the apprehension of darkness
Once there were, and still there are
Ogres that neglect the mirrors which fall for them
Only to see if they ever look
They are elegant but in their own way.
Comments