She and the mirror
Are strangers in the night
Growing no nearer
In flickering light
A glance the glass catches
The flash of an eye
In trembling patches
A shiver, a sigh
But glass cannot bear
The features of death
The paling air
The shuddering breath –
She cries, stricken blind;
Death most unkind.
Suitably haunting!
Beautifully haunting.