Within the Mirror
I look, through a mirror dark - reflections I see cause my mind to spark.
Visions of monsters and angels whole, they scratch and break trying to steal my soul.
Reflections of shadows cast aside, the visions of evil that I did abide, visions of vultures that circle, I try to escape, no faster then a turtle.
Then the black should swallow me whole, jumping through the mirror - finally taking my soul. But of this soul they cannot feast, for this soul belongs to the great beast.
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