Mirror A shiny glass in a painted frame, a story of time that has no name, reflecting back of tales untold, faces of those, some young, some old. A crack in the corner, a chip in the wood, a name carved in, where she once stood. A hundred years passed, it still stands tall, pressed against the crumbling wall, in a house long lost from time gone by, hugged against the concrete timid and shy. a quick glance you’ll see her, all dressed in grey, the lady of the house from back in her day, she peeks within the mirror on every hour, a portal to the other side, which holds it own power. Mirror mirror on the wall, are you glass or a portal. Are you real, are you from that place? Lady in grey, please show your face…. A candle flickers, shadows all around, so much noise yet little sound, A door creeks open, footsteps on the dabree, a flash of light from the night sky, a branch falls from a tree… The branch taps against the window.. Tap,Tap,Tap There flapping from the branches Flap, flap, flap the lady in grey slams against the mirror, fingers clawing at the glass, I’m coming out to get you, so you better run fast! You close your eyes and say…. Mirror mirror on the wall, (on the wall), are you glass, or a portal. (A portal) Take the lady, dressed in grey, no! No! No! You hear her say! The candle flickers, like static through your mind, She leans out the mirror and grabs you from behind She pulls you in, with bad intention Dragging you into her very own dimension. If you see that mirror some day, I suggest that you stay far away.
