Gideon's eyes widened in shock.
For disapproval was all he thought.
"What's the matter?"
Asked Grace, expecting flatter.
"Your hair! Such a feathered, and weathered nest! -
Humiliation should lie in your chest,
For even men fell for Medusa, at best!"
"Such harsh words, Gideon!" Grace scoffed
"My dear, even your breath carries a wretched waft!
The stench, delivering offense
Would cause the gardener to jump the fence!"
Grace, at this, covered her mouth
In disbelief! In shock! In doubt!
"Gracious be, for even the wrinkles in the skin
Should be punished for sin!
Age withering within,
Enough to believe youth did not win!"
"Good God!"
"Yes, how odd-
"Madame, in this mirror
Truth wails, and I hear her
Crying bells, trial and error
You, forever a terror!"
"Gideon, how dare you!"
Gideon, stepping away once asked,
Grace now grabbed the looking glass.
"You fool! The horror statements you delivered
Were but of your reflection the mirror mirrored!"
Grace now learned the mighty lesson:
To never listen to one's projection.
She steered clear what meant to sear her,
Uncovered a truth that could not be clearer,
To never let a man hold your mirror.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
General FictionDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
