The Mirror of Malevolence

Upon yonder wall, it quietly hung,
A mirror dark, in whispers sung,
An artifact of an infernal sire,
Reflecting not faces, but vile desire.

With an opulent frame of ebon gloom,
In a shadowy, forsaken room,
There lies the realm of the sinister,
The wicked whisper, the soul’s sinister.

In silver glass, truths unravel,
On the path to desires, people travel,
Against their will, they’re tightly tied,
In its depths, their secrets hide.

What pristine innocence, the mirror shatters,
And in its wake, the psyche scatters,
Through crimson deeds and venial sin,
The cursed mirror lures souls in.

The fairest maid, a venomous viper,
The humble monk, a deceitful sniper,
Oh, mirror dark, with malevolent mirth,
You twist the noblest hearts on earth.

Reflections wicked, intentions worse,
The mirror casts an immortal curse,
It laughs and revels in violent play,
In the grand theater of human dismay.

Within the mirror’s cold embrace,
Lie unveiled, the darkest face,
Splintered souls and spirits dead,
Their darkest desires the mirror fed.

But heed this tale, the sorrowful song,
Of the mirror where evils throng,
Avert thine eyes, for what you’ll see,
May damn you to a dark decree.

Let not its lure lead to despair,
Nor let it catch you in its stare,
For in its heart, where shadows dwell,
Echoes an inhuman knell.

Oh, baneful Mirror of Malevolence,
Thy power beguiles innocence,
Yet, the bravest heart, it may yet shatter,
In the endless quest to tatter.

Resist its call, avoid its gaze,
Escape thus from its wicked maze,
For beneath the subtle sheen,
Lurks a nightmare yet unseen.

Be not the one who gazes long,
For then shall sing the siren’s song,
Into the Mirror of Malevolence,
That reflects the self’s darkest sense.