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The Mirror

I will take some of those red flowers, and some blue
I come here every year at Halloween the day she died
I make the same wish every year and it will come true
She didn't come the last year tho I am sure she tried

But on Halloween the veil between the dead and us
Is so very thin especially as the moon is rising full
She will come this year, I know she will with no fuss
These flowers are the bait, that extra strong pull

She had long and curly hair, now has she cut it there
I brought a ribbon for her. She did so like contrast
Especially when she dyed purple. She had purple hair
The teachers were so cross but the colour didn't last

Aunt Agnes says I shouldn't come. That she will be
Changed. Total unrecognisable she will be Aunty said
I told her nonsense, more beautiful she will be
And anyway why should she change? She is very dead

I'll go and stand and watch the remembrance mirror
It magic lets you see your long lost, beloved dead
She will love the the reds and blues of this flower
Bunch. Thank you so much. I just wish she wasn't dead.

Well, when it came to closing time and the girl she
Hadn't come back, so I roused the gardener, old Fred
And we went to that bad mirror on the bridge to see
And there we found her aged grey and horribly dead
Written by ThePiper
Author's Note
I had to do a pastel painting of a surrealist scene for an art class. The painting took on a sinister feel and the poem flowed from the painting. An explanation I suppose
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