Doppelganger

You, You there. Yes, looming betwixt the silver lining of the looking glass– Not so fast! Don’t move, Don’t. I see through this misty maze, A doppelganger uttering my own praise; However upon before my sight fails, I notice the details: Eyes, Eyes alike Yet so foreign with a stranger’s gaze of twice burning coal— My second soul? I never, No. Lips, Lips smooth But stained with blood and crimson flesh removed. Mind in frenzy! Turn away, Away. Face, Face me, And grey out the gallows of your bleak façade— O’ great God! Light marked, Shadow. Now with lighting in my mind, A Horror from the deep has rendered me blind; And with deciphering tails of time flicked straight, Looms he of Hell’s gate. Knife, Knife behind. Yes, under the cloak of black mirrors on the wall, My fatal fall. First sighted, Second.