Dark Mirage Poem by Heather Owens

Waiting by the mirror
Immersed in shadow
Watching the darkness
Retreat across the glass
A figure swirls upon its milky view
Light defines its edges
My fingers trace your outline
Blurred by tears
Cradled in my arms
You’ve grown cold
Pale skin stained darkly crimson
Your vision darkens
As the Darkness waits
Hungrily for your last breath
Grasping your neck with dark intent
Stalling your cries
I look towards the mirror
Away from the darkness in my arms
Ethereal Wings block our reflection
They brush lightly against my shoulders
Holding me in their solace
You move no more
The Ethereal Wings turn away from me
And I see their face, your face
The darkness eats your shadow
As your steps grow distant
Death lies still in my grasp
Those ethereal wings torn from your reflection
Recede with the light
Leaving me alone with the darkness
Your death.