the woman in the mirror

darkness clouded the earth
melancholy and gloom shrouded the land
the pale light of the moon began its mirth
smoke and mist, creeping hand in hand
leaving an eerie track.

as the creatures of the day lay to sleep
the children of the night rose to weep
gruesome cries and howls frolicked
leaves of the banyan tree quivered in panic
the tree’s dance of death.

a figure sit half-hidden in the dark
as she stood, a cold wind blew her long
black hair and long white gown
a bitter pant that lulled her consciousness
chilly breath of bewitching fragrances
a lurid panorama.

with a twisted candle in her hand
she beheld her wan figure in the mirror
a mirror that knew reality unknown to
the beholder
a mirror that reflected her truer self
a mirror of life and death.

purple mist enveloped her reflection
unveiling a person living in conviction
a bride without a groom
tears of blood flowing in gloom
wetting her immaculate gown, kissing her lifeless bouquet
black roses, frozen cold and dead
serpent hair that spoke of terror
candle casting an aura of unspeakable color.

as she touched the woman in the mirror
the mirror flew in shattered pieces
leaving a beautiful figure bathing in blood, lifeless
theresa, bathing in blood, lifeless.