Nothing good has happened lately . . I'm reading a really good book called Shattered Mirror. I recommend it to anyone who liked reading about vampires and witches.

The Two Trees

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass

The demons, with their subtle guile.

Lift up before us when they pass,

Or only gaze a little while;

For there a fatal image grows

That the stormy night recieves,

Roots half hidden under snows,

Broken boughs and blackened leaves.

For ill things turn to barrenness

In the dim glass the demons hold,

The glass of outer weariness,

Made when God slept in times of old.

There, through the broken braches, go

The ravens of unresting thought;

Flying, crying, to and fro,

Cruel claw and hungry throat,

Or else they stand and sniff the wind,

Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:

Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

-W. B. Yeats