i am his new handmaiden, carrying his mirror around, straightening his bending shadow to keep its perfect line and glow, his smile could rape the hearts out of angels, his gesture….demons would wish to posses. His words shine like gold, but i got to pick up the broken echos. He loves to dance under the spotlight, then the world would rotate around him, only his shadow would come and sit next to me. Thru the mirror he would smile back at me and i would look away. Thru the mirror i wish i can help him finding what he is looking for. Only his shadow knows me too well, with his heart shines like sapphire, fixing his own wreckage. And that s when he becomes my muse, and i am his handmaiden.