Black Mirror

Grey shadows align a bloody window pane,

inside the old Victorian mansion is a horror.

profound in depth and mystique ignorance,

a lone mirror remains in the master bedroom.

Voices edge around corners of this refuge,

old stairs led upstairs to a lost story.

 

Torn curtains stained with souls,

Creaking floorboards full of historic malice.

Emotional scars mark these walls,

spirits roam around in anguish.

Down the hallway inside a rusted bathroom,

a corpse is rotting on a simple cord.

 

Frigid look of eternal death on her face,

bridged the gap to a realm of fire.

 

An over powering stench of sin ruins this house.

Echoes of horror is rampage in every room,

Days of violence have long gone now.

Fumes of evil remain trapped in the mirror.

 

Stale air settles inside the kitchen,

rusted pans on the broken tiles.

Skulls hung on the door of the cellar,

ancient stairs moan under footsteps.

A deep rushing moan hits the senses,

Taking control of one’s own body.

 

Agony splits the soul from this physical realm,

muscles numb and deteriorating fast.

Being drag into the awaiting gloating mist,

Spiritual hands tearing off the flesh.

Pain searing through the bleeding veins.

 

 

Deep into this horrid cellar,

 

another victim is claimed and fed upon.

 

Upstairs the old black mirror cringes,

displaying the new carnage with distaste.

A recorder of dark events for this mansion,