Vanity Mirror:

If i could see behind your silver
Your prism of refracted colors,
See right through your identity
That bare mirror like no other.

For never could you keep a secret
Hide the truth with all your angles,
To fool all those tortured souls
With just one tilting of the table.

For all of those prisoned spirits
Their punishment always the same,
Its seven years of bad luck
If you break a single mirrored pane.