I gaze into this portal on broken knees,
choke on the image in front of me.
A green-eyed demon staring hatefully.
Talons long as winterís night,
tainted with the blood
of a maidenís purity.
Fangs sharper than a razorís edge
stained with the flesh
of one innocent soul.
Hair blacker than the ravenís wings,
caked with soot and grime
resulting from past evil deeds.
Eyes colder than the morning mist,
wrap a cloak of dread
around my decaying mind.
Veins that flow with blood of ice,
unfeeling and unforgiving
and yet still living.
A heart darker than Luciferís shadow,
casting fear and doubt
upon all others.
The light is fading,
the portal dissolves into a mirror
and the demon disappears
as I realize he was really me.