The Demon in the Mirror
In an old decrepit mansion, where the light refuses to stay, A mirror hangs upon the wall, a relic of a darker day.
Within its glass a demon lurks, a creature bound by ancient curse, It waits for those who dare to gaze, to drag them to a fate far worse.
The mirror’s surface shimmers faint, a portal to a world of dread, Where shadows writhe and whispers hiss, a place where only the dead dare tread.
Those who see their own reflection, find their souls are slowly drained, Pulled into the demon’s grasp, their life force lost, their spirit chained.
In the mansion’s darkened hall, where shadows twist and spirits wail, The demon waits behind the glass, to claim the living, without fail.
At twilight’s hour the mansion stirs, the mirror’s surface shines with hate, A reminder of the demon’s thirst, and of each victim’s cruel fate.
In the glass the shadows dance, a prelude to the coming night, For those who dare to face the demon, will never again see the light.