Fear, a mirror, and some demons

Tidal waves crashing abruptly into the rocks,
An aged Albatross  maniatically works,
To bring doom and sorrow upon the lost,
The summoned joyful escapes like a fox.

Black clouds  scourge the mind,
Fears blow like the wounded wind,
In the now there's the shield,
To defeat and reach the olive field.


The three-headed demons sing tonight,
Unchained,  called to reduce the light,
Reptilian panters rejoice in fight,
To reduce any laugh in the near sight.


Ogre-like creatures how you you scream this night!
Torturing the mortal's judgement of good and bad!
Plunging souls into the endless bitterness,
Submerging bodies in the drown wilderness.

Of Sin you have made a home,
A thrill  since you have come,
The rusty mill is the womb,
Just confusion as the coldest tomb.


No demon crawls tonight,
Merely the illusion of the one who cried,
Awaken  now the pure Seer,
Recognizes the putrid fear.

A mirror is all that was, is and will be,
Open the gates and feel it be,
As the plateau's fog leaves,
Appear the greenest leaves

In the ignorance of the shadow,
Is born Fifteen the shallow,
Not knowing your own self,
Makes you believe a hundred tales.


Just one thing is to remember,
Awake to your reflection to be tender,
To yourself and to others,
To be both the lovers.


A mirror is all that was, is and will be,
No demon exists, that is the key. 
You're only reflecting the fear,
That triumphant and in joy, you have to tear.

***Instead of creating anthropomorphic figures out of our own fears... Or to rationally justify absurdity,  rather than escaping from the shadow,  we must recognize it as such, merely an own reflection of ourselves,  happily and in mindful  emotion acceptance and victory will be reaped****