Anoril
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Vanity Himself
And so my guide leads me to a new place,
to a new being, somehow different
from those I have seen before.
Bedecked in jewels and silk,
crowned in royal purple and regal black.
A smile of satisfaction given unto himself.
My guide to me, ‘It is the Brother of Pride we see before us…’
I do not let him finish but say myself, ‘Vanity himself.
Truly a blind man sees more than he. ’
Stands before Vanity, a mirror.
And stands behind him a thousand cast-out souls
Wailing in the darkness.
He looks into the mirror at his own image
Still horribly content with it.
Through the mirror I can see the helpless souls, but he,
Vanity sees only himself and is unseeing
to the suffering of those facing him.
A handsome face no doubt,
hiding a rotted and blackened soul,
The mirror lies to him,
if it showed truth he would see not golden locks ,
or porcelain skin. But instead,
flesh of a sickly hue and hair akin to seaweed,
left behind to rot in the sand.
The wailing continues and still vanity does not listen
Even as he moves from the mirror
and descends into the mass of suffering
I watch as he is lost in an impenetrable fog,
yet he sees clearly though it, he is blind.
Vanity sings his praises to those who will listen
Yet now I see as he speaks with them,
He has no ears.
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