They don't exist until they do.
There was the haunted mirror
of my lady who I loved,
and we shared a bed,
in this gothic old house.

I watched her comb her hair
and move her silkily soft arms.
But the demon on the other side,
could not mimic the movements,
of my angel but tried in vain.

It was a pathetic attempt
to claim her soul,
and we bailed out of there
and smashed the glass
into a thousand little shards.