Daniel Leister lost his mind
And brutally murdered his beloved wife.
It happened as she was preparing for dinner,
The door slowly opened to let in a figure.
The last thing Susie saw in the mirror,
Was the steel axe in the hands of her killer.
Blood sprayed all over the silvery surface,
It drained from the walls and the velvet curtains.
But the drops that landed onto the mirror.
A few seconds later mysteriously disappeared.
This was the start of a long wicked journey,
Resulting from the revenge getting thorny.
Incidentally John created a pure evil,
A monster that would later affect many people.
Accidents, murders, unfortunate cases,
Followed the mirror and its sinister traces.
With different men falling prey,
To the object with blood in its DNA.
6
Many years have since gone by,
To get us to this point in time,
As we’re back to the antique shop,
With a mirror draped in cloth.
The mirror waits, and waits, and waits
To reveal its darkest traits,
Dusty, innocent and humble,
Not a sign of any trouble.
Suddenly the doorbell rings,
A young couple’s walking in.
“Welcome to the store of mine.”
Salesman greets them with a smile.
Man and woman look around,
They’re curious, all smiles.
“Honey, look at these fantastic dolls!”
“Better check out the old-fashioned bowls…”
Slowly they’re moving forward
And approaching the corner.
“What’s out there, I humbly wonder?”
The man points to the cover.
“Vintage mirror? Must be cool,
Any chance to have a look?”
Cloth is falling as it’s twisted.
The mirror meets its newest victims.
Both just stare in admiration,
For the old-school art creation.
“Chris, it’s fabulous,” she mutters.
“Likely costs a ton of money…”
“Excuse me, sir, how much is that?
A hundred bucks? That’s not too bad…”
And so the mirror found a home,
In the house of Chris and Jane Bown.
7
The hallway seems like a nice place,
Lots of darkness to embrace.
The Bowns’ house is not as big
As some mansions where the mirror’s been.
The elation of new owners,
Can’t be hidden any longer.
Though not so much over the mirror,
As it is over each other.
Chris grabs Jane’s waist and pulls her close,
She kisses him on tiptoe.
Caress, fondness, true affection,
Their young eyes are filled with passion.
Nothing new for the old mirror,
