Through the Looking Glass.

Very rough. o.0 I kinda made it up as I went along, hence the choppy flow and mismatched bits.

Through the looking glass,

The town is what he sees.

People,

Loosing hopes.

Gaining dreams.

Love found,

And love lost.

Families torn,

Children no where to be found.

He just looks,

Watches,

Searching for new found followers.

Soldiers,

To lead his kingdom,

Far, far away.

But you see,

The king is a cowered.

Never has he lead a battle,

Only running,

Running and running.

He only watches.

Watches towns fall to dust.

He only watches,

Through the looking glass.

Towns fade to dust,

Memories only.

Soon to be forgotten.

The king runs. 

Runs and runs.

And watches.

Through his looking glass.

A brilliant crystal thing.

The want and wish of the world.

But he holds.

A secret pocket in the folds of his cloak.

With a combination on the flap.

He cast a spell,

Just for good measure.

But the king shan't know.

That it has begun to weather.

The spell has faded,

worn and worn.

The spell has faded till it was no more.

A battle came.

He ran,
Far Far away.

The looking glass clutched in his hand.

But what he didn't see,

A man who followed suit.

A deep black robe,

With a face unknown,

Who took the looking glass from thee.

The kingdom fell, 

And a new one bloomed.

But the people did not rejoice.

For the new king was,

No better then the last.

Look, look, look,

Was all he did,

Look, look, look, 

Through the looking glass.