Mirror Poem by isaac gracie

When I, my brother’s beauty, did adopt,
Retraced, back at the first smooth glass did I stand,
And the flaws of my unloved face had I forgot.
But in this new reflection did I then spot,
A silent, skeletal spectre – holding my hand.

There, with youth’s halcyon perfection found
Our fingers twined, its watch root me to the floor,
The figure stirred, yet its gestures made no sound.
And I beheld oblivion, beckoned from reflected ground.

So into beauty’s gilded mirror did I gaze. No more.