Alice of the refracted self

ALICE OF THE REFRACTED SELF
Staring across a mirror,a world in reverseI saw a blank shadow that wasn't thereI reached out to that figure,but the glass disappearedTrapped in that reverse world,I was lostIn that strange world I was alone
Flowers bloomed and die,my throat was horse and drysucked in that reversed world,I criedI was picked up by the one whose eyes were blackhis presence were bright,but he talked with the shadowsSucked in the eternal darkness, I was alone
A red flower in the thorn garden,lost and blindI was picked up by the one who was covered with fireShe was burning hot,but she never dared to cryShe wanted to fight,but she never dared to crybut she was looking for something,so she said goodbye
A scentless flower,yellow and beautifulI was picked up by the one whose voice was muteHer presence was healing,but her wound was deepshe wanted to sing,but could not speakshe can't say anything,so I went away
A purple flower,encased in a glass globeI was picked by the one who seeks for truthShe opened her books and wrote down her stuffShe was happy as long as she get what she wantsbut she was too busy,so I walked away
A blade by the sea,salty and crudeI was picked up by the fighter of goodHe loved to fight,his justice was rightHe would purge everyone who he thinks isn't rightbut justice came first,and I was last
An azure sword,wrapped with prickly thornsI was picked up by the one who wants to atoneHe didn't say anything,but was looking awayhis presence were rough,but his touch was softThe wind picked him up,and I was alone
An orange axe by the snow,rough and bigI was picked up by the one who protects something so dearHis sharpness disappeared,but he never complainedas long as his beloved from him wasn't takenbut he don't need me here,so I went away
A pink tulip,beautiful and tallI was picked up by the one who sang a songShe sang a tune that everybody would likeShe sang a song while her heart was blindbut she sang the same tune,a tune that I don't like
A clover by the mountains,small and shrewdI was picked up by the one who fights for truthEven though he doesn't know his fighting reasonhis ready to fight,with his burning red passionBut he was too naive,so he withered and lost
An inverted cherry tree, insanely enigmaticI was picked up by the one whose song is erratichis touch was burning, but his aura was coldhe told me to come back where I came fromand pointed at the door that wasn't there before
I crossed the door, and there I sawthe lad in black, quiet and slowI touched his hand, and he seem to wakehe told me a line, for the first timehe spoke in a clear tone "It is time"