Mirror

I awake
in the dimmest of light
a hot breeze upon my cheek
Above me
hangs a shifting dark mass
Almost tangible almost alive
Its' swirls and patterns
weave drunkards paths
beyond the horizon

Before me
stands a marble hall
silent and empty

save for a mirror

Its' tarnished surface
gathers no light
casts no reflection
discharges no secrets

It is a prison
keyless and eternal
Bound
within its' diametric world
lies the phantom
of a forgotten past
a fading image
forever lost to time