The Dark Mirror
A reflection stirred
By a seventh moon risen
The mirror shattered
Scattering worlds amongst the well
Knife like edges
Scrapes and cuts of the old
Threads of night clung
Twisted, contorted
Try to pull in
What light did behold the disturbing sight
Blinded and tempted by ink black thoughts
The vortex shifted
Reached out
Trying to pull kin within
The fae awoke with warning
Alarming, alerting
Being drawn into
The oldest of waters
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