The Mirror.

Mirrors have long held a dark fascination for us, either as gateways to another world or portals for the devil. To gaze into one is to glimpse an illusion, something that sometimes isn't really there! Not bad for an ordinary sheet of glass, for thats all they are.....isn't it??

While passing a small antique shop

he looked in through the glass,

An object seemed to glint at him;

a mirror with frame of brass,

Before he could control himself

he'd entered through the door,

this kind of rash behaviour

he'd never done before!

The mirror was quite hideous,

from up close that was clear,

Yet when he left soon afterwards

He held it gently near,

From that day on the mirror hung

upon his bedroom wall,

He soon forgot his impulse buy

and acting like a fool.

Soon after the bad dreams began,

they plagued him every night,

He'd hear his voice called soft and low

and wake up with a fright,

But then one night when he awoke

he still could hear his name,

and getting up he followed it

right to the mirrors frame.

And as he stared into its depths

he felt it pull him near,

The force so strong he couldn't resist

until he disappeared.

And if you think this tale is strange

and the mirror isn't real,

It waits inside an antique shop

for another soul to steal.

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