''The Mirror that Kills You''
Contributed by
enjoiskating6
on
Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 11:50:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Lost as a myth when medieval be,
Buried underneath a tree,
Only legend stirs the word,
Of its presence to be heard,
Death be brought to those who stare,
Looking back a familiar glare,
During moon when lights not shown,
Lies its power to be known,
If you raise it from its rest,
One only pray the sun still press west,
For glancing once you freeze in place,
You meet the cold eyes of your own face,
You see your movements yet not your own,
The reflection moves yet you are stone,
Out of no where a sword does stand,
Your reflection grasps it in his hand,
Frozen stiff you can not flee,
As your image laughs with glee,
Pressing closer with sword strait,
Darkness falls to set your fate,
Its thrown forward at your heart,
Quicker than an arrows dart,
Your forced to see your lips stretch wide,
As the dagger pierces hide,
Blood then drips to empty your veins,
On your clothes in which it stains,
You’re fading slowly in horror and pain,
As it recedes from where it came,
In the mirror behind the glass,
For the next poor soul to pass.
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enjoiskating6
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2005-03-15 11:50:49] (Date/Time posted on
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