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Stalking Reflections

I wonder if another knows what darkened mirrors cloak?
The scary, snarling, nasty thing that rides on silver smoke!
Slipping from the glossy glass while dreams are being made,
Sheltered by night’s darkness and completely unafraid.
 
Your dwelling tries to warn you with a quiet creaking moan,
To tell you something’s stalking, uninvited in your home.
The scary, snarling, nasty thing continues on its mission,
Searching for what won’t be missed, a difficult tradition.
 
Patience and experience serve best to find the prize,
Something surely never missed; found at the ends of eyes.
Caked with precious dust of dreams, the treasure hides in lashes.
He swiftly plucks them from the root before he quickly dashes.
 
Returning to the mirror on a pungent, platinum breeze.
A creature plagued by empty sleep, tonight, will dream with ease.

(2013)

This would be the very root of the cause for an irrational fear of dark mirrors.
Who here thinks that catching even a glimpse of a mirror in a dark room is slightly more than creepy? Show of hands, please... And feel free to leave a comment also. Thanks for reading this little ditty, I hope it was all you were hoping for (wink,wink)!

#Couplet #DarkPoetryQuatrainRhymingSci-fi #Supernatural

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