Midnight in the Mirror World

Tenebrous figure
Dwelling deep, within the infinite gates
A foreboding wind blows
With the first stars
He wakes, signaling personal dawn
Gaze across pale nebulas

The next night, It returned!
Hatred behind a black veil
In his mind, a dark seed stirs!
Sudden realization
From lust, to regret!
That fateful brief encounter
Her face, grave smile!
Vanishing at the twelfth stroke

In that distant crystal maze!
Reflection by reflection!
A patient siren waits...
Beneath cold wrought iron gloom!

For ten arduous years
She traveled, threading the glassy labyrinth
By sheer force of will

Manic wind, cloudless sky
A dark rendezvous, betwixt the infinite gates
Then the horror was gone

In that distant crystal maze!
Reflection by reflection!
A patient siren waits...
Beneath cold wrought iron gloom!

With morbid anticipation
One last descent
Utter darkness, pandemonium
The hiss of heavy silk
As the last stroke rang
A cruel grip so tight
Together at last
In the mirror world at midnight