
| Mirror, Mirror
Author: Moroni of the Mount of Ro It's not really a poem . . . I don't know what it is . . . I don't know what it's really about either. Well . . . I do know . . . But I just can't articulate it into thought.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 117 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-22-04 - id: 1789289
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Mirror, Mirror
Mirror . . . Mirror . . . I am here . . . To ask again . . . What I fear . . . Is there darkness . . . Or maybe fear . . . Is that what's . . . Behind the mirror? Clean and pale . . . Ghost of my mind . . . Do you fear . . . Your bedroom mirror? Evil demons . . . Sent from hell . . . Twinkle softly . . . In the mirror . . . Reflect the light . . . They swallow dark . . . All I fear . . . Lies in the mirror. Whispered secrets . . . You never hear . . . 'Till you're alone . . . With that hated mirror . . . The mirror is something . . . You should not break . . . 'Less those demons . . . Should escape. The greatest evil . . . We could invest . . . A single mirror . . . Just like the rest . . . With an edge so sharp . . . It could take my life . . . Do you fear . . . This little mirror?
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