'Twas there on the wall,
Hung in that dark hall,
There in a shady light,
'Twas grey and mostly quiet,
Among that dusty spot,
'Twas strangely bright,
'Twas there staring at me,
Staring through my soul,
'Twas there on the wall,
Messing with my spirit,
Like a danger to befall,
Like a demon or  a Satan call,
I stood there speechless,
I stood there breathless,
My fears and conscious brawl,
When my reflection crawl,
Slowly, Slowly toward me,
Screaming silently and squall,
That creepy silence drawl,
With a cold way and said it all.