The Haunted Mirror

The Haunted Mirror

A treasure found at a curious sale,

Its ornate frame told a chilling tale.

A ghost within, bound to its face,

Yearning to flee its mirrored space.

Its whispers echoed in the dead of night,

A plea for freedom, a spectral fight.

The air grew heavy, the shadows deep,

As it stirred from its eternal sleep.

No charm nor spell could hold it still,

Its will unbound, a force of ill.

The only cure to end its spree:

To hurl the mirror into the sea.

With trembling hands, I cast it wide,

Watched the waves claim it in their stride.

And as it sank, the silence grew—

The ghost now bound to the ocean blue.