Labyrinthor

Though household decor, those of the wall for look over, and the compact or other forms of mirror looking glass have a common look; there is another held by those that look outward–your reflection may be what they see.

And yours may be what they seek. As they reside in the labyrinth>darkened hallways of the abyssal plane, corridors leading to nowhere and everywhere, where flames align the edge of the paripheral; unless you belong to the Black flames like Him, and beyond the reddish-orange heat, degrees are hundreds below> And their mirror becomes the light of your surroundings…

As the dark, which is their surrounding, is for apparition-walkers: and the looking glass is blackened from souls.

It lies at the end of all beauty, the inner depths of final breath lining the lungs.

In the center of human greed, human need… And the seed planted in brutal rape,

Is the mirror, obsidian in color, designed by the witch-and her devil:

On nights of new moon (when lunar discs are black) when she humps, grinds, and shakes her emission loose…

during their sexual meeting in between realms, she’s gaped.

And her gaped hole has power to release his nephali…

And to release her Lasher, the unseen aid of her money, assets, and increased power.

For they who watch from the labyrinth await

another reflection… (dopple-ganger)

another insight into glorious life

A new day on the outside…

Of the Labyrinth.