So Hideous last poem

Lustrous awe
Cradle me
Woe befall
the falsifier
the sights rued
to fall
and scatter
like the leaves
a shadow
a bond
Reach.
comes to grips.
it slips
comes to grips.
it slips
settled on the wall
between the ash
nothing said...
into the past.
a two way mirror
each utter
into the past.