A Room Full of Mirrors
by Dawg
Here lies the room where nightmares make their home,
each pane a twisted face where shattered fears roam.
Reflective walls throw back the madness and the snare,
mirrors hold the tremors of the soul laid bare.
Fragments of terror dance in grim display,
haunted faces in the glass that twist and sway.
In every shard, a dark confession found,
secrets imprisoned in a silent, glassy ground.
Dread rings through this mirrored corridor,
where sanity falters in the glare’s harsh roar.
Glimpses of horror in each fractured view,
a pantomime of fear in a phantom crew.
Here, each reflection brings the night’s dark snare,
a room where dread’s reflections breed despair.
In shadows deep where secrets blind the sky,
the unknown lurks, and whispers raise the dread.
No light reveals the truths we hope to hide,
unseen terrors make their silent tread.
We shiver in the dark, where phantoms bide,
this fear, a shroud, where nightmares press and lie.
Each step we take is fraught with silent fright,
as darkness claws at reason’s feeble thread.
An endless void where fears and doubts collide,
we falter, lost in shadow’s cruel might.
A creeping chill stirs deep within our core,
the fear of shadows never truly shed.
Our minds conspire with night’s malicious guide,
a spectral dread no dawn will ever cure.