mirror, mirror black as hell
through time and tempest, Terren tell
the image screaming loud and fierce
nine horseman ferry hallowed hearse
the carnival of thought and sound
now twisted by Iago’s hound
and dragged through the inferno dark
deep shadow, where the daemons lark
as fiery fissures split the ground
and stars turn cold, come crashing down
as angels form their battle lines
and Atlas leaves the Earth behind
the firmament is all but gone
the shadows come apart from sun
and light is blocked by dark eclipse
mirror, the apocalypse.
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