Mirror Man

Based on a legend I heard once, similar to Bloody Mary

For the season that is nearing,

I should speak a tale of cheering,

But I feel you should be fearing

Just what I’m about to tell.

A dark game that I was playing

Had my fragile spirit fraying.

In the end, I would be praying

To be let out of that hell.

In a mirror I was glancing

As the candles ‘round were dancing

Throwing flecks of light, entrancing

As I stared into my eyes.

I’d been told to not look ’round me,

Though the darkness did surround me,

And my fear and horror found me

And were plotting my demise.

I then reached out, gently pressing

On the glass, as though in blessing.

Sins I would not be confessing

Though I knew I had so much.

I then stared at my reflection,

My face lined with stark abjection,

And I then had a detection

Of something behind my touch.

My reflection turned to vapor,

And the glass turned thin as paper,

And my shape began to taper

To my hand against the glass.

I then screamed.  My mind was breaking,

And my body set to shaking,

And I felt a sense of taking

As I hoped for it to pass.

I then woke up, feeling scattered,

Thinking nothing really mattered,

But the mirror’s glass was shattered

And my mind began to fold.

My reflection, freely walking,

And without a word of talking,

Left the room, and left me gawking.

Now this mirror’s getting cold.