The mirror that took

The mirror that took
The mirror now cobwebbed in shame
under a dust carpet it stands
of a fair height gilded frame
on strangled victims lands.
Not ever known and understood
the evil soul that lived inside
to claw youth and life it would
to pass on its antiqueness they died.
Its face covered and clouded
as wounded aware of its truth
in beauty the misery [...]

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The Wrinkled Mirror

The Wrinkled Mirror
The mirror now old of time
and elderly look upon too long
so many gaze into a wrinkled sublime
their youth it creeps along.
Its wooden frame now rotten
dust has settled like moss
in a house its long forgotten
past lookers their youth was lost.
Life and youth it drew
from a paralyzed audience taken
in a wrinkled gaze they knew
of youth [...]

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