In silence's hush, where shadows play,
a lamp and mirror conversed one day,
their voices whisper, soft and low,
as midnight's stillness let their secrets grow.

Lamp: "Oh, Mirror, reflector of the soul,
what tales you tell, in silvery role.
Do you see joy, or sorrow's sway?"
Mirror: "Both, dear Lamp, in endless array."

Lamp: "I light the path, through darkest night,
guiding dreamers, banishing fright.
But do you think, my glow's enough?"
Mirror: "Your radiance, shines...