Centuries of a Looking Glass {Submission for a Contest}

{Woah Shaeya- LOVE your poetry <3! Everbody, this is a submission for a contest called "Silent Characters" Might not be finished when I post it right now, so it's a work in progress- but tell me what you think!}

Centuries of a Looking Glass----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No one could see the flames engulfing the old cottage beside the creek- it was doubtful anyone could see the smoke either, through the dense forest. The little river bubbled by as it always had, happy and naive like a small child. The only signs of fire the water possessed were the burned bits of wood that fell in and the fiery reflection of the flames licking at the roof and the insides of the poor little shack.
Its inhabitants were long gone, and for many years the cottage's only companions were the fleeting animals such as deer and rabits, and the constant little creek. Any food left by the previous caretakers had either gone rotten, sprouted some unattractive mold, or been eaten by small nighttime visitors. Likewise, the blankets and curtains and clothes had been chewed to rags by moths. Looters had come and gone, stealing away with any jewelry, heirlooms, books, and valuable furniture, leaving the cottage ransacked and forlorn.
There was only one item of value left in the rundown old house, though no one would think it so. A small hand mirror stood guard atop a wooden nightstand during the years she had been abandoned. The thieves, in their haste, has knocked her from the dresser, her place of honor in the shack. Upon falling to the nightstand, the pristine glass of the lovely mirror had received a most unbecoming crack in the center of its once gleaming surface. Creatures looking for anything edible had nibbled on her intricate silver frame, only to discover that accessories such as herself were an acquired taste.

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