A Mirror hung on a gold gilded wall;
a reflection of a different future
where family portraits line a hall.
A future where snow gently falls
untouched by man, woman, or animal.
A field tucked in for the night beneath the powder
dotted with oranged oaks.
A reflection of your beauty:
timeless.
A reflection where blue eyes show pain
beyond a perfect field:
a pain that the reflection is a falsehood.
Halls dotted with empty frames
where Intricate cobwebs live;
as the gold vanishes to dust
swept in the cold winter wind
amongst the dying trees.
The mirror cracks;
shattering to the floor
of a gutted home
A future abandoned.
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