The House of Mirrors

THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS Come one, come all to the fabulous House of Mirrors, Souls and the soulless, all are Welcome here in these Reflective cell prisms. Enticements glass thunder dome, clear crystalline panes, Shimmering in the well-lit maze of illusionary frames, of Reality or fantasy! The ring master a little man of slight size, Stands upon a wooden crate, directing the flow Of humanity’s human fright seekers, one thin dime He so yells for the fear factor of a life time, Come one, come all, to the fun house Of reflections living nightmares! A ticket taker hidden within a glass box, Appears out of thin air, a wax figure Gypsy Woman dressed in satin silks dirty rags, Laughingly rocks back and forth, as you Place your dime into her wooden box Stall, and a golden ticket pops outwardly As each person prepares themselves to go in, This funfairs torture chamber of glass! One by one, a single being enters, As a sliding pane slams shut behind them, Curves, illusions and convictions of delusions, Confuse the individuality of each patron within This side show of self-realization, as eerie Music and bodiless screams echo, throughout This crystal palace of icy fear! Corporal phantoms slide from panel to panel, Leaping behind the terrified guests, deadened Jackals of the afterlife, relishing in the tormented Screams of those held captive within this Mirrored house of horrors! Hands at the glass press in panic, trying to Find their way out to sanities realm of reality, But with each pane exposes their inner fear Until their heartbeats trobe against Their chest, and their nails scratch at the Fragile glass cutting it so thin it shatters At last! Suddenly outside the roped lines, these Terrified customers of evil’s displaced, Find themselves freed from the spell Of invocation’s demonic force of this The devils carnival house of Mirrored glass! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN