Once upon a rainy night, there was a mirror
in a land of cracked dreams...
Come closer to see the shimmer
of voices trapped within its silver lace.
Timmy looked in and saw a giggling ghost,
"Who are you?" he asked, oh so bold.
"I am nobody," the mirror laughed,
as its surface rippled with secrets untold.
Spinning whispers in the dark,
childish songs with a hidden mark...
Can you hear the whispers, beyond the glass?
Passed the corridors of naughty and nice,
the mirror still reflects the roll of dice.
The void awaits, where reflections roam, in forbidden rhyme.
The echoes grow as they paint your soul with time.