Inside the mirror I saw:

galloping horses roaming over the hills in a parade of darkness,

birds soaring across the sky alone in the moonlight,

Christmas Eve the sleepy children creeping down the stairs on the crack of dawn.

In the mirror I imagined

a frost dragon with bitter cold breath as cold as ice,

a golden unicorn walking in the shadows.

Inside the mirror is heard

the bawl of babys,

the sound of parents sleeping,

the horses first groan, the soldiers last sigh,

the sound of the school chime and the chatter of children,

the sound of chaotic town and deep of night.