The Mirrorman

“I reflect your everything kid

Take a look inside and see kid

Devil’s got you in his heat kid

Are you sure you wanna meet him?”

I shiver at the sight

Of this demon of might

The Mirrorman is right

I’ve tossed my own life

But still I grip my spear

Remembering that fear

Of someone else long ago

Who’s no longer here

He breathes in

I hold my lance so tightly

He climbs in

A thousand feet high night beast

I see him

And I soar

Past his bolts of dark

This quest I embarked

Will end right with

One final spark

Ninety images in my vision

Things I once loved poisoned by him

Pictures of my last design I

Just wanna go away can’t I just

Fight this battle some other time

The punishment is not worth the crime

I swear I’m myself I swear I

Will bow down if I don’t die I

“Why are you afraid?”

She freezes

Time

Floats to my mind

The Pixen of fantasy

Right in front of my eyes

“Don’t turn back

Fly

Attack

Show him

What happens

When a Pixen fights back”

I blink

Realize

She’s talking to me

No longer a Fire Troll

Nor is this a fantasy

Strikes of lighting fly from my steel

Dodging and weaving I scorch his heel

The Mirrorman stutters, defeat in sight

Behold a Pixen hero’s might

His reflecting claws may try

To grasp me but I

Jump through the fingers

Each and every time

A flame to the neck

Some wind to the knees

A wave to his face and

The monster comes clean

Toppling to the sea

The waves part and I see

As his body disappears

It’s me looking at me

A Pixen

A hero

But most importantly

A survivor

A champion

And myself, finally.