Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is this that you see?
A man, a lover or a beast?
“That is a question for yourself.
Do you see projections of yourself
from her eyes or yours?” the mirror replied.
“I am blinded”, I said,
by my love for her
and her eyes become mine
I see not a man, nor lover
but a hideous beast
baring its fangs at me
That is me
trapped eternally
in the mirror of solitude
