Mirrors of dreams kept the reflections of shadows,
Dark reflections caught every stare.
Mirrors were ghostly relics,
Revealing tales of forgotten woes.
Dreams danced on silvered glass,
Glimmers of hope from a distant past.
In each mirror, a story gleamed,
Of shattered desires that screamed.
In the candle’s flicker, light waned,
Casting eerie and arcane spells.
Specs of dreams turned to dust,
Vanishing softly as memories rusted.
The mirrors of dreams held a silent gaze,
Witnesses to longings’ decay.
Yearnings, once bright, grew dim and pale,
Trapped forever in this spectral magic.
Amongst the cobwebs, shadows crept,
Custodians of the illusions that slept.
Their haunting shapes in silence roamed,
In a manor where lost dreams wailed.
The dreams spoke of nights long gone,
Of promises made at the break of dawn.
Now, they lingered in spectral hue,
Mirrors of dreams, fragments of oaths once sworn.
In the silence, a chilling swirl
Stirred the dust of old decrees.
Mirrors of dreams now cracked and worn,
Reflected lives forever torn.
Each reflection bore a scar,
A witness to wishes afar.
In the abyss of silence, their lore remained concealed,
Dreams betrayed, now dark and cold.
In every mirror’s haunted frame,
Lay legends of a curse.
Dreams once harboured, now bereft,
In the gloom, they were left.
Through manors and castles, the silence stretched,
Amongst the mirrors, visions appeared lifeless.
In frigid alcoves, where shadows crept,
Lay the mirrors of dreams, inert.
Through endless nights when silence screamed,
Mirrors of dreams haunted slumbers,
In their chasms, the past was buried,
Reflecting truths that darkness hid.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
