Dead Reflection

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I once was walking near a stream

Through the mist his eyes stared agleam

I couldn’t help but start to scream.

I stood and trembled in utter fear.

My eyes were locked into a stare.

At the ghastly face that was so near.

Perhaps that night it was just fate

I shouldn’t have been out so late

The face, the face! With mouth agape

The skin-bare bones

The awful moans

Ah! I should have known!

At the apex of my terror,

I realized the stream was just a mirror.

My reflection just got clearer.