CONTEST ENTRY
@HalloweenVault 2023
2nd in Best Poem

In a bustling city, I sought a fresh start,
Leaving behind the past, following my heart.
A new life, new dreams, a place to belong,
Little did I know, something was wrong.

One day, on my doorstep, a mirror appeared,
Antique and ornate, its presence revered.
A gold-framed enigma, inviting intrigue,
I brought it inside, a peculiar league.

My new home transformed, shadows danced with glee,
Unexplained whispers, things I couldn't see.
At midnight's embrace, the mirror came alive,
Reflecting horrors, causing my soul to dive.

Ghastly figures lurked within its glass,
Silent tormentors from a shadowy past.
Their faces contorted, twisted in despair,
And the room grew icy, a chilling affair.

I'd wake in cold sweat, heart pounding in fear,
Haunted by whispers I was forced to hear.
The mirror's cruel secrets, it whispered to me,
A gateway to darkness, a key to set them free.

Desperation took hold, I couldn't escape,
The mirror's malevolence, its sinister shape.
I searched for answers, in old books I'd delve,
To break the curse that bound me to this hell.

Each night, the mirror revealed more of its curse,
A tortured history, a malicious verse.
A family's betrayal, a tragedy untold,
Their spirits now trapped, their vengeance bold.

I needed to act, the mirror had to go,
But it clung to my house with an unrelenting woe.
I tried to smash it, to rid this malign,
But the mirror remained, an eternal design.

I sought out a priest, a shaman, and more,
Their rituals and blessings left me still sore.
For the mirror's grip on me was too strong,
Its evil persistence, a malevolent throng.

As days turned to weeks, my life fell apart,
Haunted and hunted, my trembling heart.
In the end, I decided to flee,
Leave the city, the mirror, to set myself free.

I abandoned the mirror, my past, my dismay,
In another town, I hoped to find my way.
But the darkness still lingers, a shadowy chill,
For that antique mirror haunts me still.

Now I wander in search of a life redefined,
Forever haunted by what I left behind.
A cursed reflection, a sinister sight,
In the city, the mirror, I lost the fight.