Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...
'twas only the hour belated;
her lovely shone against the paled view.
Moonstones of truth glistened;
enchanting all she hoped and knew.
She was drawn near by the beauty;
a moth helplessly in love with flame.
Burn her, to expect, for she loved
the naturality of the untamed.
"Closer dear, as I long for a whisper;
a whisper of your scarlet plains of lips.
Come closer, darling! I can't wait longer!"
She brushed her lips by longing fingertips.
A whimper fled, to escape the silence;
her pleading words engulfed by night.
Turning away from her vanity;
Dying from love's distinct blight.
True be it, she had quickly learned
passion had effected her health.
Tears of sorrow cast by her reflection;
She was in love with herself.
-5aV
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