I think this is what they call 'juvenilia'.

[cat_i_th_adage]

(Found it while opening up some book boxes.)

What the Vampire Said to the Mirror Demon

I walk in peril like the moon
Skips silver shoon
The sky her road, the sea her road
She pulls all after.

My laughter is a silver net
My fishes get
What fools deserve, what moths deserve
Who follow flame

I blame a myth, the silly tale
That I must fail
The sun's test, and life's test
Reflecting death

A breath is gone, gone is the moon
And comes back soon.
I am a lamp, an empty lamp
I take my life

And thrive on stolen oil or nothing
I take my clothing
Like you from eyes, from other eyes
I multiply

A die that marks and is not marked
And in the dark
You lose all shapes and find the shape
That is your own

Alone I dream.  The moon can run -
A mirrored sun,
She cannot find me: silver binds me
Not in glass

I ask if things that are not seen
Can yet have been?
A silver fiend, a silver friend,
You don't exist

I wish my breath could mist the glass
And night could pass...
This isn't truth. It is enough
Of idle talk.

Not exactly deep, but I remember having fun writing it, and I still enjoy the rhyme scheme.