She looked into to her starry sea,

And dreamed a little dream of me,

It is easy to see the stars above,

But below them are the depths I love.

So what if I’m the mirror of Celeste,

Just let me be beautiful just let her rest.

Changing faces from day to day,

A gem, a jewel, or a Janus they say.

Ghosts flatter themselves in my eyes,

Spectres don’t always believe their lies.

Voids come round like broken things,

Whisper quietly while the angel sings !

Echo pining through the looking glass,

This face at least, is not meant to last,

Four, then two, then three then none,

The devil’s photograph will come undone.