We sat down and pondered our destiny
We conversed, seeming endlessly.
Look one another in the eye and saw a glimmer
But, the more you search for it, it grows dimmer.
It seems to be an illusive illusion, how peculiar
The Looking Glass reveals Destiny, or so the rumor.
Some may have no Destiny, they are rare gems
One must have, in hand, the Looking Lens.
They must peer through, into the soul
You would see their life and mind as a whole.
To see the destiny of a man, gives you control
You alone can alter their very being and soul.
Peering through the Looking Glass can be bad
It can make you drunk with power, even mad.
To have control means you are Destiny
Keep it smooth, as though it were a melody.
Do not use their life as a handhold in your life
It sounds like nails on a chalkboard or a high fife.
When you peer into the soul of mortal men
They hoard secrets and greed like a troll's den.
Some souls can be purely pristine and perfect
While others can be horridly tainted and wrecked.
The Looking Glass can reveal the Destinies of Man
Do not abuse your power, limit yourself like a dam.