Rusted folklore snickers softly
Edged delicately the carvings shimmer,
Standing tall in a spooky abandoned castle,
My reflection smiles wickedly.
Wickedly the outcries unfold,
I hoot a horrifying curled outcry,
As you enter my locked-up banned territory,
Begins my haunted tale untold.
Untold but waiting to uproar,
I gulp down your placid naked image,
When you stare at my bruised, marred, and tarnished body,
Your blood and flesh I gaily pour.
Pour out some anecdotes haunted
Plagued, possessed, and tormented I prevail,
An old fragile mirror I am cursed since ages,
I leave your reflection rusted.
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