Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Where are you?
True, your form is still fair,
You still bear that soft resemblance...
But the shade within is corrupt,
It is not the man I loved.

For he would never be so cruel,
So full of malice,
Like sweet Echo I am fading, O,
How I could smash that loathsome mirror!
That object, that symbol of your potent desire,
Where is it?

So deep within your wicked soul...
Now, like that lovestruck nymph,
I mourn for the man
That I lost to his own self.

Submitted by Ravenix

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