The mirror escapade tw (contains dark themes)

Tossing and turning under the cloak of dusk,

I hear the ancient grandfather clock strike midnight.

Thoughts wander and for cricket chirps they busk,

Silence upon a mantle, a delightful blight.

Up and right I get, about the dark hallways I ramble.

An atypical mirror allures me into the abyss of it's point,

Distinguishing sight it wasn't for the naked eye of man that'd amble.

I spy a kid of a shadow, a twin waving from the glass joint,

Upon a dark night, my reflection, a seductive belle,

In contrast to my fretful visage.

An addictive whisper fills the air, lingering thou art strange as ***,

Touché twin I hear myself say, which weren't even my words, as my dark twin turned a page.

Devouring the sight with my eyes, a work of art,

She smirks and glares and says you, oh shards,

Leaves me baffled as I was pulled in, Forcing me with the real world to part.

She comes out, from smirk to a smile, as I bang the glass, she kept guard.

Giving up, I slouched against a glass wall,

In a shock of despair looking at an open scar.

In that world of mine, she stood so tall,

Her pearly eyes, dreamy afar.

Ghosts of the past, running, hand in hand.

Me, glancing at the black fluid that flowed from every wall,

Filling up the reflective room, crammed.

My dark twin letting a cackle escape that makes me fall.

In a fleeting moment we get reduced to dust on the floor,

No memory of the parallel world,

I find myself tucked in my bed, behind my locked door.

Went to shore as the clock strike half past twelve, up I curled.

Dreamt of a Phoenix turning to ash,

Mixing with sand upon it fed roaches,

Up raised the fire bird in a flash,

Past me ran the night in coaches.