Dark clouds and thunders A Pile of clothes turn ghost An eye that sees fear Feeble and cowardly mind Hiding from the unseen.
The son of the shadows Runs from his own reflection He fears the black figure "A hideous monster" he cries, "Save me" he laments.
A shamed soul curses The dark cloud smiles Roars and silent screams A defeated spirit Succumbed to a corner.
Cracks on a mirror The son of shadows stands A broken image appears The reflection of a monster Who hunts himself at night.
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