Mirror, mirror on the wall,
What is the most frightening thing of all?
Is it candle's twitching gaze,
Just barely piercing the shroud of night?
…Or the pale, rotted face illuminated
By the fire's light?
What of long ropes of shadow
That lay coiled like inky snakes upon the floor?
What of demon's visage lurking
Just beyond yon glass door?
Doppelganger's hateful gaze dwelling deep within,
Seeking freedom from your reflective skin.
O pale spectre,
Whose piercing wail announced thy presence
After the third and final call,
And light did all but erase the essence
Of the monster lurking just beyond the one-way window on the wall.
Devil's Door, and Dead Man's Window
-just two of the many names given unto you,
oh ancient sheet of glass;
an unblinking, watery eye watching me from
between your parted hairs of brass.
Become a beacon by moonlight,
Attracting every shade to your beckoning call
Mirror mirror on the wall,
You are the most frightening thing of all.