On glass it skated its thoughts
Breath of exhaled death lingered
It told of its intentions. The mirror
Shone like the sun was birthed.

Then faded in to oblivions face,
Obliteration consumed it façade
Till no shadow or light gleamed.
I remember transfixed on this moment.

Would I touch what was clearly wrong,
Coursed in deliberation, gazing
I saw oneself and shuddered. But it
Was not I that which was gazed upon.

It launched for this needing, of a reflection
Obtaining that which was vacant, I looked
At the mirror screaming and shattered its
Form as a shadow ebbed fading.

"I will miss you,
"But where I was pleased upon,
*"Now I am the reflection of you no more,