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Black Mirror

crimson fluid pouring down its hinges.

A new wound sucking humanity from its core,

forever hidden from any other intruders.

 

A new day blossoms with its own troubles,

the door to the Victorian mansion is locked.

Inside to remain untouched is a story of horror.

Demons and the dead forever dancing together.

Black shadows parade around broken glass,

a tale that should be told every hundred years.

An omen to man to forget the unknown world,

this black mirror is a key to history’s book of errors.

 

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