Darkness filled the room,
On that cold, stormy night.
The wind was howling,
And the thunder was roaring.
Lightning lit up the room,
And that’s when I saw him.
An opaque figure appeared on my mirror,
A countenance, so melancholic and so beautiful,
I had to catch my breath.
His eyes, were as black as coal,
And, his lips, the colour of blood.
I lost all my senses as I was lost in that wan, exceptional face.
He streched a hand out.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Come”, he said, in a voice so melodious and deep.
He beckoned me to come close,
And I took a step forward,
I was drawn to his beauty,
He smiled from the other side of the glass,
And I had to get close.
I felt a cool air,
Something brushed against my skin
I tried to see what it was,
But my eyes would not leave
The face that seemed to light up that cold, dark room.
He stretched out his arm, I stretched out mine.
It was only the glass seprating our fingers.
The melancholy from his face was seeping through the glass,
Sending waves of sadness and pain into the room
I suddenly felt the touch,
Of skin that was too cold.
I knew something was wrong,
But his beauty drew me in.
He clasped my hand and pulled.
The howling and the roaring ceased.
I stood on the wrong side of the mirror,
I searched for the face that brought me to this place,
But, I was alone.
Stuck in a place filled with a sadness that did not belong to me.
Stuck in a place where the cold
Seemed to be the only thing I could feel.
Stuck in oblivion.