Upside down 

 You know how when you look in the mirror, lefts are rights and rights are lefts? 

 Limbs and mind cross circuits 

 Spark dreams, painting pleasant pleasantries 

 Daydreams, not real realities 

 A king's crown, fallen on the ground 

 A peasant stumbles 

 With only words, the king, he humbles 

 A new king crowned, as the city rumbles 

 His rule stretched far and wide 

 He was loved by all 

 But as splendid as he was, the reaper will still make his call 

The king felt his presence, the time soon

 Breath leaving his body, just as the crows began to croon 

 All in less than a second

 Like a freight train 

 Whoosh 

 Car being hot-wired 

 Vroom 

 Thrust back in front of that mirror 

 .....now where's that toothbrush 

 Started as a description under my title, but ended up as a poem I sort of built off