So Suddenly Stained

The mirrored glass could not lie
So he knew that he was to die
Could such a blow, to kind mortals fall
Must he so soon hear the Reaper's call

For minutes into hours, he thus remained
Stricken at his face so suddenly stained
Yet dark despair was not his to know
Until he saw the world to which he no longer could go

For the brothers would kill him if he but tried
To again venture without, into the outside
Nor of his own will would he have them share
The horrors he beheld in his own unerring stare

Behind him his wife, slept on as before
Hereafter hidden by an impossible door
She would have him open knew she the fate
That would so swiftly steal her life's only mate

He watched as his eyes gushed gory red
Inhuman and foreign were the tears he now bled
And the near-bursting crimson that now filled his cheek
Brought him despair and a brief death to seek

So it was upon the vile morn
When between light and dark the world was yet torn
That the wretched widowed wife, woke to the day
To find that her love, had died of the Plague
Oh he died, one day of the plague