Smug and taut,
His face glowed with triumph.
Sly was his smile,
and confident his trot.
I am the winner,
He looked at himself.
But was it Him that he saw
Or an image pale, unclear.
'Lies', she hissed in his ears,
The smirk faded.
'All of them', she clawed at his heart,
stoking unknown fears.
Then she dissolved, in disdain
And merged with Him.
But now he wouldn't look
Into the mirror, ever again.
