The shadow parted from the loosened glaze,

The time had stopped. And someone’s wearied stare

Gazed back at me. This awful beastly gaze

Appeared, as in the mirror, from thin air.

 

The shadow showed my destiny and lingered,

It seemed so strange; it filled my soul with dread,

My own reflection pointed its finger,

And placed the devil’s crown on my head.

 

This crown felt so chilling and austere,

“You’re chosen!” 

I awoke. 

The day was near!