The Possessed Mirror
In a room of lavish gold, stands a mirror dark and old, Reflecting more than what is real, a haunted past that it conceals.
Figures move within its frame, whispering tales of sorrow and shame, A cursed glass that holds the night, revealing horrors in its light.
pulling those who dare abide, Faces shift in ghostly form, haunting with a chilling storm.
drawing souls into their sin, In the room of lavish gold, the possessed mirror’s tale is told.