This was for the PTL, but jackle no showed, so I never even got to see what peeps thought about it, so check..... Bring me stories of life, dark shadow! I brought my pen along; May I use this mirror, wayside? Forgive me, I can never step to see myself. This glass is barbed wire: Smooth, and delicate to the touch. "Stay for a while." My bleeding host pleads. And if I skip the quaint pleasantries, I guess we'll see what it means. So I'll unpack my things, And lay quiet on the twisting sidestreets, Waiting to hear the tale Of anything that happens to myself When the mirror spins backwards And my life breaks within it's easel.