Mirror.

• William Hebblewhite, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2005

The Darkness Surronds me,
for it is my time,
Goodbye dear friends,
The Mirror takes me, i cannot escape.
Im here forever.
The trap surronds me.
IT has caught its prey.
Goodbye Dear Love.
It is Here, all around..
Can you see it clawing its way to you.
Can you smell it, The unearthly essence of decaying flesh
Can you Feel it, Its cold and Dark.
Can you hear it, Crying for the blood of the young.
It came from the Mirror.
The Mirror is Closed, and here it will stay.
For Eternity.
Clawing, Scrathing at the Door.
The Door is there
No other
The Mirror is Gone.
No More
The mirror was escape.
No Exit.
We Die alone
We Die alone
We Die Alone.
We are Gone.