On the remote island of Russian creeps
A cast away washed ashore wounded and weak
Upon awakening such place he has never seen
Not familiar to his eyes, or has he ever being
Struggle to stand, and from his feet he bled
With the buzzing sounds he constantly heard in his head
Stranded at the shore no one seem to be at bay
No ship approaching and no one coming his way
Unconsciously he fainted, fell to the ground,
And woke only to find himself chained and tied down
To a basement in a mansion that’s where he was
With antique items and dirty old rugs
Swiftly and quietly appears a mysterious girl
With the appearance of what seems not from this world
In front of a huge mirror she stands combing her hair
While the lost victim sit quietly and trembled in fear
As she brushed her hair with a sweet humming from her voice
‘’What am I doing here? he yelled’’
You are here for a reason,
And You are here for a choice
With her hair reached to the ground,
By then the humming stops and not a sound
Struggling to free himself from those fetters and chains
The flashing of lightening along with the pouring rain
The child began to laugh and this is what she says
‘’On Russian creeps you stranded for days’’
‘’You are still asleep bound in this maize’’
Here is the mirror where you will find your way’’
As these words spill from her velvet lips
He saw an imprint sign carved on her wrist
Angrily he shouted ‘’let me go, let me go’
She replied ‘I scream those exact words before I die seven years ago’
Her tears became dark, And black as charcoal
With her hair falling out, and the face grew old
Her skin began to fade while he watched fearfully and lingers
And what remains of her was only a ring that fell from her dead fingers
A shattered mirror blast in pieces
While her scream echoes, and all that there is began to depleted
Struggling and shouting but no one could hear
Down from the basement is all a soundless fear
Awaken from a dream, a dream that’s what it seems
Terrified in himself he wonders what all these means
But the occurrence endless and seems to follow
Through the dreadful catastrophe and sleepy hollow
There were noises in the walls
Of little children running through the halls
From his bed he ran to look
Taken with him a cross hidden inside of a book
Looking around in expectation, but all was only a strange phenomenon.
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