The father held her lily white hand
As they walked through a mirrored corridor.
Each mirror played a memory, each held a dark secret.
"Father, I can see the sunshine in this one; happy times.
You'd spin me around and around again."
The father wouldn't look at her, but there were tears in his eyes.
Each one they passed grew darker and darker.
Vivid and grotesque images filled the hall.
"Father, what is all of this? What demon did these things?"
Her eyes grew larger as she beheld the scenes.
It filled her soul with its terror until she cried out,
"Who!? Who did this?!"
The father stepped away, terrified.
"Come back! Where are you going?
Don't leave me!!" echoed through the hall.
Trembling, she turned and looked at the last mirror.
It held no image, save her own.
