This poem is based on the Looking Glass Wars. They are good books that are a new take on the Alice in Wonderland story. So here it goes.

At first glance, that looking glass,
was just another door.
Now here I wait, forgotten by fate,
just another thin glass floor.
I wish to go home, never meant to be alone,
a solitary player in chess.
Now I'm behind this glass lost, paid far to steep a cost,
my soul stopped from being laid to rest.
In another world forsaken, everything I had was taken,
blinded by the mirror's crystal light.
Even earth was a little richer, not empty like this picture,
cannot be seen by those without the sight.
When another takes a glance, that's when I'll find the chance,
they'll be trapped and I'll be set free.
For the mirror steals the life, locking it forever without night,
doesn't care who it is or anything they see.
So watch out for reflections, for they can cause infection,
a prison made out of a cold evil place.
For a mirror is a glass, showing the future and the past.
And all you have to stand up to is your own face.