Posting an older one for posterity's sake

Mirror mirror mirror all
The fates of times collapse befall
Cracked and tarnished, shadows rot
A face time itself bestowed and wraught
Oh quiet one who watched us laugh
Speak on oh wise one who shows the path
Speak of times in which we've spun
The world our yarn, the battle won
Oh nameless one who's eyes predict
These walls, these wombs now so derelict
Speak of miseries collapse
Of tattered fingers and prides elapse
Mistress and Minder to the Fates of time
You alone know the crones design
Yet speechless in the wonder of
The presence of eternal love