Mirrors, My Mirrors

Mirrors, my mirrors,
show me the truth,
make me shiver,
there’s no proof,
oh truth-giver,
the image is mine,
this glass sliver.

Eyes, those eyes,
looking at mine,
I’ve drunk a lot,
‘twas fine wine,
oh churlish eyes,
meet my gaze, entwined
with my reflection.

Spin barrels, now barrels,
sight upon sight,
short distance to travel,
mind, my mind’s light,
feel it unravel,
I judge myself,
with this gavel.

Eye, oh crimson eye,
other closed,
it’s too late,
mirrors unclothe,
show naked truth,
it’s myself I loathe,
tighten finger,
blood bloom like a rose.