#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
As the hours pass by, the sun sets and darkness slips in,
The moonlight rays replaces the sun rays,
My silver mirror seems bothered by this and we both know why,
The time has come, the time for his majesty to arise and take vengeance
To all the know it alls, you've seen nothing yet,
wizards,witches,seers,all who contain the power of good will have tried to pin him down,...