DARK POETRY - A Man in the Mirror by Michael Kilman

A Man in the Mirror

By Michael Kilman

Welcome back doctor, you are well I hope?

No don’t bother, I know the usual trope

Are you ready to examine me under your microscope?

I am ready to share now, I will succumb to your hopes.

Your hopes, your hopes but what of my hopes?

I take it you want me to explain my tale?

I warn you now, you will think me mad, a liar, worthy of jail

I have told a few others but to no avail

They do not believe it, thus far the truth has not prevailed

The truth, the truth, the truth will prevail

Why am I speaking in rhymes you want to know?

It simply eases my pain and lessens my woe

The loss of my wife was, you see, quite a blow

Although, you think I am guilty, that I know

The woe, the woe, you cannot possibly know.

It was early morning when I woke from my doze

The darkness still sparkled, the sun had not rose

I shifted and turned in the chair that I chose

I shut my eyes tight but they would not stay closed

Stay closed, stay closed, if only they’d stay closed

I moaned, for sleep was scarce indeed.

The first colors of the morning had begun to bleed.

I sat up in the chair and tried to proceed

But long bouts of insomnia had sapped me indeed.

Nights without end, indeed, indeed.

I rose from the chair and the world started to spin

I pawed my way to the bathroom so my day could begin

I glanced at my reflection and I did not find twin

But instead staring back was a strange man with a grin.

That grin, that grin oh the horror of that grin.

His face was like mine, but something was wrong

We stared for a while, time looped and grew long

His eyes like questions, hypnotic and strong

My terror grew deeper for a mirror is never wrong

Distorted and cracked but never wrong

How much time passed? I could not say

But I will never forget what happened that day.

For the man in the mirror, he wanted to play.

And the game that he liked? Command and obey

Obey, obey I had to obey. My gaze was fixed, I had to obey.

It was not a good game, it was cruel you see

For he was trapped in the mirror and he wanted control of me

He wanted my life, he wanted to be set free

A curse had trapped him there for all eternity

The curse, the curse he wanted to be free.

A blood sacrifice was required of course

Not a chicken, nor a goat, not even a horse

At first, I resisted, I fought with all my force

But my will was finite compared to his source

Centuries of hate were his near infinite source

He compelled me to do it, to his will I was bound

You may think me mad, that my mind is unsound

But those eyes, those greedy eyes, so wide and so round

I could not resist his will, I was bound

Bound, bound, soon we will all be bound.

He beckoned me to the kitchen, and made me grab a knife,

And then he sent me upstairs to find my sleeping wife,

I entered our room full of struggle and strife

But his desires were strong and he wanted her life

Her life, your life, bound in the blood and knife

The rest you can guess I am sure it’s quite clear

After all, I’m famous, the case of your career

Crazy as It might seem we are bound right here

Do you feel it yet doctor? That tingle? That fear

The fear, the fear are my intentions yet clear?

And now doctor, I have you, you are all mine

You lingered too long, you dallied for the last time.

I captured you with my lyrics and rhythms and rhymes

I’ve been trying to find the right vessel and now you are mine

Mine oh mine, you are all mine

You see, the sorcerer in the mirror managed to get free

But his body? Long gone and so he found a home in me

But something about me is inadequate you see

I am dying and to a new body he must flee

This body will crumble, oh doctor, it’s too late now to flee

Come closer now doctor and stare into my eyes

That’s it I beckon, I compel, I promise you no more lies

That’s right doctor, give in, resistance is unwise

Let down your barriers, let me try you on for size

Wonderful, what a fit, what an excellent prize.

Now to find the descendants of my captors and bring about their

Demise

Verse 2

The Power of 3

A new day has dawned and I have waited patiently

For the stars to align to perfect my sorcery

How is this possible you inquire of me?

Why it’s simple, I must invoke the Power of the 3

With the power of three, the whole world will bow before me

As you know my tale began

With my escape from that wretched mirror, through possession of man

But as you might recall it didn’t go according to plan

Until I found a suitable host to extend my lifespan

And now, the power of three is my greatest plan

But how did I get in the mirror you want to know?

It was the power of three that trapped me long ago

Three spells, three friends, three relics delivered the blow

And all because I wanted to make the world pure, to destroy the status quo

The Power of three was once the source of my woe

Centuries passed and the spell faded away

And the descendants of my enemies knew not of of that day

When I was imprisoned, striped of my power, and betrayed

But soon I would have my vengeance and then judgment day

The power of the three will pave the way

And so I hunted the descendants to steal their souls

For the power of three requires a heavy toll

You must place Earth and Sky and Life itself under your control

It is a balance, a dance, a summoning of the whole

To wield the three requires a hefty toll

The first one named Tim wasn’t much of a threat

A gambler, a thief, a liar steeped in debt

And when I claimed his life I had no regrets

For he was plague, a leach, a man beset

To master of the power of three I can afford no regrets

The second, Concordia, had a whit like fire

And a body to match, she burned with lust and desire

But Unfortunately for her she was about to expire

Though, she put up a good fight and even tried gunfire

With the power of three I will create a baptismal fire

The third, named Rigel proved the biggest challenge of all

A constable of sorts, an enforcer of laws

He almost ended me, it was quite a close call

When he drew a maul infused with a magic scrawl and hammered me into the wall

But all his strength was no match for the power on which I can drawl

Now, as the sun climbs to its zenith center of the sky

It is time for the conjuring as the power of three is nye

The power of three is something that no mortal can deny

But please, as I open the gates of hell, don’t think of me as the bad guy

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poetry Michael Kilman is an anthropologist who occasionally visits other worlds and reports back what he finds. When he isn’t writing fiction he is lecturing at a few universities in the Denver metro area, or working on his YouTube series ‘Anthropology in 10 or Less.’ Michael can be found at his website, loridianslaboratory.com, and on Twitter at @LoridiansLab.