Empty Mirror

Beauty’s time

Spent,

A crooked mirror

Going down

An empty hall.

 

Putrid remembrance,

Bled away

From the

Original portraiture

In cacophonous delirium…

Face

Face of blue,

Coarse thorn

Behind.

 

Lonely

Nothing,

Dripped to

Depression.

 

Mean world

Chugging along,

Pretty things

Torn away.

 

Smoked up

In folly,

Fool’s mirror

To show

A vampire’s

Face.

 

Tracked down

And split,

Sod covered

Over

Wooden

Death

Embankment.

 

Carried along

To

Blackened

Bliss,

Moon shine

A reflector

Upon

What love

Had lain

Down.