Reflection

An endless sea of crooked trees,

Spreads widely over the horizon

With coal-black branches, crimson leaves,

That rustle in the eerie silence.

 

A narrow path slithers between

The glaring trunks with pointy teeth;

Their eyes that hold a deadly gleam,

Hide many secrets underneath.

 

A man stares blankly at a mirror,

His hair a milky shade of white;

He sees the moonlight getting dimmer,

The mirror glowing from inside.

 

His light blue eyes widen with terror,

A scream arising from his throat,

The sight he's seeing in the mirror

Setting his stomach in a knot.

 

The man with jet black hair stares back,

His ruby eyes flashing with danger;

And in one short and swift attack

He reaches out and takes the stranger.

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