Change of Face

I looked in the mirror this morning Just as the day was still dawning I was filled with terror at what I saw That face wasn’t mine, as it was before I saw an evil old woman staring back at me What on earth had happened, how could this be? When I’d looked in the mirror the previous night My face wasn’t then the reflection of fright Something had happened, the night had been I think what has happened to me is obscene I screamed when I saw my reflection stare It wasn’t my face and it wasn’t my hair I couldn’t believe this vision of hell Was that my reflection? I couldn’t tell All I know is it wasn’t very nice I had to blink I had to look twice The old woman stared blankly back at me Screaming contortions, her face I could see A faceless face that should have been mine Was this the outcome of drinking that wine?