The Duality of Reflection

In the stillness of the night, two souls entwine, A mirror's gaze, a dance of light and line. Glass whispers secrets, ice reflects the flame, A man and his doppelgänger, caught in the same frame. The air is thick with tension, a silent duel, Each move a mirror, each breath a rule. The glasses stand between, their contents clear, A symbol of duality, of what we fear. The man on the left, a shadow of himself, A fractured face, a soul that's left. The man on the right, bold and unafraid, A mirror's truth, a path he's made. The glasses hold the essence of their being, A reflection of their inner meaning. Ice and water, clear and cold, A journey of self, where shadows are told. This is not just a duel, but a journey within, A quest to find the man you've been. For in the mirror's gaze, we see ourselves, And in that reflection, we find our strength, our shelfs. So let the glasses guide, let the ice melt away, For in the duality lies the path to stay. A journey of self, a dance of light and shade, In the mirror's gaze, we find our own made.