This is what I found

An arctic atmosphere

Barren ground

I peered inside

In his mind

And this is what I found

A decaying rose with bloodstained thorns

A golden clock, swinging side to side

A damaged photo, of black and brown

I peeked inside

His blackened heart

And this is what I found

A single feather, snowy and light

A velvet glove, wet with blood

A shattered mirror, from which he saw

My exploration and filled me up

With terror of the harshest cold

Molten eyes spelled my demise

At his broken, demented fire

I peeped inside

His tattered soul

And saw it was mine to hold

So frail and old

I was so bold

As to heal his tainted spirit

And when I pressed

Outside, against his walls

They began to crack and to fall

My eyes met his

And once more

I peered inside

His restored mind

And this is what I found

A pristine violet, soft and silent

A silver cross, hanging from a chain

A beautiful portrait, vibrant and vain

I peeked inside

His beating heart

And this is what I found

A single necklace, of feathers intertwined, black and white

His and mine

A silken blanket of the softest white, splayed out across the floor

A bronze locket, in which was held, the poem which you have read

Unfinished as of yet

I peeped inside

His strengthened soul

And this is what I found

A smiling boy

Of gold and white

Waiting for me to grant him life

And so I did as I was told

And held him tight no longer torn

A stray child of which I adore

My darling angel forever more…

-The lantern, Jess