Eternal Echoes in the Shattered Glass
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, In your gaze, she stood so tall; The mirror cracked—a sound profound, Yet no reflection there was found.
She rose, her heart in trembling fright, For the mirror's gaze she dared not invite; Yet she heard it shatter, piece by piece, Until at last, its discord did cease,
She reached out and claimed the largest shard, A sight of dread that left her soul jarred; In the fractured glass, her image was not to be, But a grim, spectral lady—ominous and free.
A chill raced swiftly down her spine so quick,
The spectral vision left her feeling sick;
A scar upon her face—a mark of endless night,
Bleeding slowly, stripping the beauty of its light.
Her heart did halt for one transient beat,
In silent halls where no voices meet;
Her breath was stolen as time slipped by,
While darkness reigned beneath a desolate sky.
A chilling scream pierced through her ears,
As the mirror slipped from her trembling gears;
Its shattering echo filled the night so tight,
And from the darkness, a shadow soared in flight.
The lady swayed in the midnight skies,
A spectral dance that caught her eyes;
She moved away from a shadow looming tall,
Yet, in despair, she crashed against the wall.
She pressed her hand upon her racing chest,
Where rapid beats refused to rest;
Then memories of joy, so warm and sweet,
Brought cherished family moments, now complete.
As if the lady heard the echo of her sigh,
Her mocking laughter gave way to a shrill, desperate cry;
She beheld the looming shadow, so grim and tall,
While her head, weighed by sorrow, pressed coldly against the wall.
The shadow gave way to a maiden so fair,
Her sudden presence left her breath caught in despair;
A spectral replica twirled before her wide eyes,
As shattering cries echoed 'neath haunted skies.
The girl abruptly vanished into thin air,
She sighed, then retrieved the shard in despair;
She shrieked as she beheld that image once more,
And found her own reflection upon the mirror's door.
She beheld her pallid form—a wretched sight,
Where blades had marred her skin with cruel bite;
She flung the mirror away in stark despair,
Yet its surface revealed truths grim and bare.
Once more, she heard the haunting cries,
Echoing voices bound in spectral ties;
She scanned the room with deep and trembling eyes,
But the phantom shadow had vanished in disguise.
She stepped from her room into the deep dark,
Descending the staircase where echoes left their mark;
A dreadful vision seized her with a frozen breath,
Robbing her of life, a harbinger of death.
Her family wailed with voices so loud,
Her brothers disheveled, in sorrow they bowed;
She stepped toward them, her call soft and slight,
Yet silence answered in the depth of the night.
She walked ahead and suddenly froze,
For her own corpse lay silent in repose;
She peered in shock at that grisly sight,
The mirror's lady haunting her in the night.
And now the mirror sings its final song,
Of lost identities where souls no longer belong;
In every shard, a spectral memory remains,
A cursed reminder that beauty forever wanes.
💠Reflection: What do we see when we look in the mirror—our past, our regrets, or just a fragmented reflection of who we are?
💬 Have you ever felt like a past version of yourself still lingers within you? Share in the comments.
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