Looking Through Thhe Literary Mirror - Anaklysis Essay

​Words are a portal; 

Not one to a new world,

But one that opens into the soul of a writer.

Between the lines of description and dialogue

Remains one constant; The author and the character.

One in the same. 

I stare into the creations before me,

Each one peering back with a separate eye color;

Icy blue, royal purple, fiery red, emerald green, and hazelnut brown.

A clear, concise, consciousness, tall in stature and respected by all others.

The doctor with a stunning grin and a steady hand in combat and surgery.

Undead, but giving life whilst protecting it, which is Doctor Leon Grace.

A trickster, playful but dangerous, the embodiment of temptation, yet careful.

A woman of beauty and sin, of revenge and desperation, and full of sarcastic remarks.

A cross between enemies, but dipped in human desire is the Wolf-eared and Vampiric Snow Todd.

A goddess, of sorts. A fallen angel, perhaps. One of children’s stories, of torturous divides, and of disgrace.

Her mismatched eyes of sparkling red and green reflected against her iconic large wings of bone, one wrapped in healthy green vines as the other remained cursed with dead plants.

The traits of the cursed child Alexandria.

There came laughter, one of rouse and suspect.

A crooked smile, forever painted on thy skin by a deep scar,

When innocence was lost.

Plagued by insanity and bloodthirst, came the crazed killer named Shay.

A plume of smoke rose from the final figure, one that peered with hazelnut eyes.

The amber of the cigarette glowed with life, resting between the devil’s lips.

But a golden rosary hung from his neck, shimmering in the pale light. 

Another flash of gold could be seen wound around a handle of sorts, the handle of a blade.

The assassin of many, but a religious man nevertheless, is the shadow figure Dante.

All creations, crafted by hand and molded into living beings.

One in the same.

Staring into these eyes of varying color, I realized I was staring into a set of mirrors.

Pieces and fragments all centered on one certain aspect.

Dr. Grace, a man of sense and reason. He is rationality, a guiding figure through battle.

Snow, a rebellion against normality and a figure of pride. She speaks freely and with vigor, but falls into temptation and and desires.

Alexandria, a divide of humanity and a punishment of sin. 

But one with a heart of gold, a nurturing and kind woman cursed with evil.

The great assassin Dante remains a loyal man to his faith, despite his own demonic origins. But a man of faith can only holster so many doubts.

However, not all are cursed with evil, some consider such as a blessing.

Shay, the maniac killer, one deriving pleasure from bringing death swiftly to his victims.

A demon plagued with insanity, forever scarred from his harsh beginnings.

These people, these creations, all share one similarity;

The author.

Every character starts with the basic foundation, something concrete to build off of. 

A personality trait, a characteristic unique and individual to two things; 

The character and the author.

One in the same.

Looking through the literary mirror of my own creations, 

I see myself. 

Leon’s composed stature and expansive knowledge, despite his grave status of vampirism.

Snow’s vigor and determination, despite her tragic fall to temptation.

 Alexandria's nurturing and caring nature, despite the disapproval and fear of her.

Dante’s hope for redemption, despite of his sinful nature.

Shay’s desires for control, despite his loss of mental stability. 

“We are you.” They say, all in varying pitches and tones. 

“You created us, formed us in this manner, all from one source.”

The doctor recalled, as he looked on, intrigued.

“We remain different from each other in a variety of ways, but share one similarity.”

Spoke the cursed child, her gaze never faltering.

“Whether you’d like to believe this or not, We are one in the same.” 

The assassin mumbled, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

“You can’t escape your creations, haha, when you are one of them!”

The killer beamed, toying with a  sharp blade with carelessness.

“We are one in the same; You created us, and we have created you.”

 Spoke the wolf-eared woman, her metal leg glimmering slightly in the light.

We are one in the same.

I have created these people, 

From their names down to the color of their eyes. 

And regardless of physical and fictional differences,

The characters and the author,

Are one in the same.