The candles fade, the halls grow cold, The portraits weep, their eyes grown old. The mirrors hide what once was mine, A face unmarked by love or time. The roses wilt, their scent decays, My daughters’ laughter fades away. A thousand years of crimson dreams All lost between the silken seams. Oh mirror, cruel and kind, Show me what I’ve left behind. A mother, a queen, or a ghost divine? Oh mirror, tell me who is mine. The wine still warms, but tastes like ash, The fire sighs, the goblets clash. The gowns still gleam, but feel like chains, Each jewel another drop of pain. The night remembers every kiss, Each promise wrapped in emptiness. I cursed the moon for shining through But it only wanted to see me too. Oh mirror, cruel and kind, Show me what I’ve left behind. I traded faith for endless time, Now no one dares to call me “mine.” “I have devoured all I loved… And still, I hunger.” Oh mirror, cold and blind, Give me back my heart, resigned. If beauty is my only crime, Then damn me sweetly, one last time.
