Reflections - Tidfall

As one see, it came again

To be standing in this enchanted ring

And when the mirror show its opposite end

You’re there again

Who am I becoming?

They came, the superior horrid devils

They are the reflections in the forms of plural and one

Floating on crystal

Are the unknown riddle and yet to be solved

Come closer to this point and the departure

The entrance was found

The entanglement was found

To an equal force

Thoughts…

They are my reflections, united we are complete

The supremacy of soul and soul is the act of mystery

One see the mirror framed with blood

In the malignant dreams

Who am I becoming?

They came, the superior horrid devils

They are the reflections in the forms of plural and one

Come closer to this point and the departure

The entrance was found

The entanglement was found

To an equal force

Thoughts…