Mirror, Mirror


 

I remember how I stood tall in your presence

You told me them, I was the fairest, and showed my beauty in my bloom

Then I laughed at you and wished for you, ignoring your whisper to enjoy the moment,

Now I come before you, beaten by age,

And by nature, there is no defiance in this search, it is assurance I seek

and a quest for the remnant of my fleeing youth

Mirror, Mirror, my daily remainder of mortality 

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