How many
mirrors
Must I have shatterd

           How many
           times did I
           Cross under
            the ladder

Why did
the black
cat choose me
to intersect

            I can't believe
            I put the
            Noose around
            my neck

I shouted please,
Begged and cried

            One-hundred
            times I lived,
            One-hundred
            times I died;

Because I was
the mirror,
The shattering
glass

            I became the
            ladder,
            Made of steel
            and brass

I befriended the cat,
And sealed my fate

            And as for
            the rope,
            I always
            knew,
            it could
            never
            hold the
            weight.