Dillusion

Dark was the night and as it became darker

The face was torn off and the mask was revealed

She stood there bloody hands

She had no regrets and no sign of contusion

Was it her own blood or was it orphaned

Mysterious was her eyes

Sharp as a mirror point

Deep as ocean bed

Fierce as burning fire

She was a conundrum and I was a revealer

She was a story and 

I was a storyteller

She became me and I became her and as we both came closer it was sure that she was me and it was my own blood.