Imprisoned in the Mirror

She gazed at the mirror, 
And saw a sinner,
Wondered the witch,
Who's reflection was it?
The clouds thundered,
And a clamor rumbled,

"It isn't my voice,
It was never my choice"

And a black smoke formed,
As the mirror groaned,
Turning into sand,
She began to shrink,
Only to find her,
Imprisoned in the mirror....

(c) S.S


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