Brandish My Heart, Bloody Love

How many days have you enraptured my gaze? -

Dearest Mary trapped beyond the mirror.

All the years have passed in a spellbound twirling dance,

since our eyes first locked in magnetic stare.

'Twas an evening, age sixteen,

where I slumbered at the home of

the noblest young, Miss Molly.

Where she whispered in the night,

'bout the legendary fright from

the ghostly, Bloody Mary.

Molly passed the candlestick,

how it trembled in my palm! -

and she walked me to the washroom door.

"Call to her thrice!" Molly murmured to my ear,

and retreated to the hall once more.

My image in the mirror

spoke a soundless tale 'bout

a terrified girl brimful

o' peculiarity.

The flame pranced frantically,

as I uttered her name,

then echoed those words twice more.

A film formed upon the glass,

and my fingers found the glaze.

So, I smoothed it to discover her lore.

Shiny, midnight irises

twinkled in the candlelight,

while blackened strands

slipped past her shoulders.

She smiled at me then.

A gorgeous glowing grin

with graphite lips -

crimson leaking down her chin.

Like a magical tale,

shivers whispered 'neath my skin,

sweet burning breath embracing my heart.

I bid her goodnight,

and promised to unite,

in the future after I matured.

Each week I took a peek,

deep in my dressing mirror,

and sang her summoning spell.

She heeded my plea -

We pressed our palms upon the glass,

and made plans for the nearing future.

The date has now arrived,

and I sit before the mirror,

precious curls pinned properly.

White dressing gown adorned -

silver knife atop my lap -

my lips preparing to part.

I will sing to her tonight,

slice the knife betwixt my chest,

and beg her to retrieve my heart.