Mirror of the Night

Anger prolonged becomes sadness.
Sadness prolonged becomes anger.
Find their wounds in their tears.
Healing is breathing,
Finding piece not in the stars,
but the scars.


Oh little Jax,
Too much to handle,
Never enough.

You showed them:
Fluttering the world,
Conquering seas,
Cresting highest peaks,
Vanquishing enemies;
A hero,
A savior;
The highest consciousness,
Merged with…