Victor Immanuel Poet Rhyme

THE MIRRORED MUSE OF THE MIRROR MAN

THE MIRRORED MUSE OF THE MIRROR MAN

Golden threads upon his headgear crown,
White attire as robes flowing, drifting down.
Against a canvas red, his spirit shines,
A thousand faces, splintered across places, one design.4

A regal calm, with no alarm, a timeless grace,
Yet fractured mirrors, cracked interiors, frame his face.6

Echo, echo, shards of lintel light,
Fragments dancing in the night.
Each shard a story, each glance a flame,  
Whispers of God's glory, echoes of name.¹°

Every mirror sync with my life's aim,
Every rhythm fans my fervent flame.¹²

Step by step, the story sways,
Tradition emboldened in woven ways.
Pride and honour, bold and true,
Reflected skies of crimson hue.¹6

By experience woven, pride adorned,
A spirit unbroken, richly worn.¹8

And in the silence, still and grand,  
History and future carried in his hand.  
I am one soul, yet many visions span,
A man of dexterity and posterity, borne of woman.²²

I'm one who's not just reflected in fragments
But carried into history & beyond forever radiant.²4

VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?15th February 2026.
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