December 27, 2012

This broken mirror, red with rage
The man in it, a stalwart I once knew.
His decaying face betrays the rust
His haughty eyes, the pride bygone.

The swagger of the past now undone,
The wealth of esteem lost in due time.
Remains, in its place, a hollow shell
But the haughty eyes burn so bright!

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