Blank Mirror

Even the Mirror was blank this evening!

 

The sky was overcast with thick clouds—the light had turned into a gloomy faint tint since the mid hours of the day—and with doors closed and windows all shut up the indoor was much more dark and much more cloudy.

 

Power failed, the candle danced in the storm coming through the cracks of the doors and windows; the about to be extinguished light only contributed a handsome to make the atmosphere more gloomy and darkish.

 

I stood before the Mirror as usual—the reflection is the only other living being in my solitary seclusion.

 

I stood before the Mirror with the dancing candle.

 

Suddenly the wind turned violent—the candle danced furiously and went off. Only a white ray of smoke and the smell of burnt wax thickened around.

 

I stood before the Mirror—searched vigorously to find my only companion—but it was all black—pitch black—and blank.

 

Even the Mirror was blank.

 

I was confined in a blank dark universe. Only lightning showed me myself—only thunder sang to my ears.

 

Even the Mirror was blank this evening.