I wrote this yesterday, and I think it could still use some work. It's different from my usual style but...here it is:
MIRROR
Mirror, mirror dashed from the wall,
Your glass is broken, for you were false.
You called a beast a beauty rare,
O! Flattery ruined both you and her.
She knew herself, and asked you yet
If beauty was her's, and so you said.
Now you sprawl in shards on the ground for your lies,
And feel the hot rain, her tears, as she cries.
She weeps for the dark so fast closing in,
For vanity, pride, and many a sin.
Mirror, mirror, with tears dry and cold,
You weep for yourself, she weeps all alone.
Both broken, one hopeless, you brought on your own grief,
One for your lies, one for self-deceit.
The beds you have made you must now lie upon,
And wish for a dawn that may never come.
2007-10-28
12:26:44
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➔ Poetry
Mirror, now in fragments of glass
You brushed off the future, and tried to laugh.
Laugh now, with reflection shattered and blurry,
At weakness, despair, disease and fury.
Mirror, mirror, is all now gone?
Sheild not yourself, look what these sins have done:
Open your jagged eyes, lift your fallen head;
Mirror, mirror, your mistress is dead.
2007-10-28
12:27:16 ·
update #1
Yes, it's an original by myself--I didn't copy it.
2007-10-28
12:42:01 ·
update #2