To forget and live, no matter.
Once, on a sunny Tuesday morning,
Servant walked into the building,
Handing John a sealed letter.
Stunned young man has smelled lavender.
Letter was from Mrs. Leister.
(“Who the hell is Mrs. Leister?”)
Took some time to realize,
Susie’s tidy writing style.
She was hoping he’s alright
And does not hold any grudge.
As a token of their friendship,
Susie asked for his attention.
She would like to get a mirror,
Modern, with the use of silver,
And a frame made out of oak,
To be put on the bedroom floor.
Knowing of his skills and passion,
Of the family reputation,
Susie simply couldn’t figure,
Who else could assist her better.
He also found a ten-pound note
Attached to the back of the envelope.
Twisting money in his hands,
John did not know what to say.
Little thought, one of a kind,
Crossed his mind time after time.
Susie didn’t even come in person,
Instead sending out her lofty servant.
Strange enough, this hurt the worst,
And reverted the outburst.
Feelings all came back to life,
Flames in his soul were burning bright.
He squeezed the letter real tight,
Thought to throw it outside.
Then take the servant by his sleeves,
And kick him out on the street.
But John managed to calm down,
As something else came to his mind.
Cryptic smile, brightened cheeks.
He requested time: two weeks.
4
After a few days, the mirror was ready,
But a small thing was making John edgy.
For this task he needed a full moon,
The suitable night was going to come soon.
The clock has finally struck midnight.
The room was illuminated with candle light.
John pulled out a leather-bound book,
Opened it carefully, taking a look.
He already knew the procedure by heart.
Old pages were almost falling apart.
He barely noticed, doing his part.
The ritual was about to start.
Procedure was simple: a few special words,
Then adding some blood of his afterwards.
Blood drops were dripping onto the silver,
As John held his hand over the mirror.
5
Susie loved the mirror all along,
Though she couldn’t enjoy it for long,
Quarrels and arguments with her husband,
Soon filled Mrs. Leister’s life in abundance.
Half a year later an evening newspaper
Reported a tragedy in the Leister estate,
