-- I wrote this back in September of 1999, but It's been one of my favorites.

Apparition

Steam from the bath fogged up the mirror.
A little girl's voice I could faint hear.
"Help me! Help me! I want to get out!"
Louder and louder, it came to a shout.
I opened the curtain and peeked across me
Those words repeated on the mirror I see.
Writ like a child who's punished in school,
"Copy ten-fold for acting a fool."
Soon the words vanished and to my surprise,
peering at me were two little girl's eyes.
I dared not move when she reached out her hand;
On through the mirror, she entered my land.
Her eyes were pure blue surrounded in green.
Skin so blotched as ever I'd seen.
Bruises and cuts all over her arms.
Around her thin neck hung three little charms.
Dragging herself on legs mangeld, she said:
"You chanted and spelled, Im back from the dead.
Your séance at night woke my spirit at sleep.
No turning back, you're in way too deep."
Creeping nearer to me, in her eyes I did look.
I glimpsed the devil, and my soul he had took.
Games and play had taken me here.
All done in fun, I'd possessed no fear.
Lucifer held me in his arms that night.
Powerless, there was no way of winning that fight.
I quickly gave in, quickly I fell.
Sweet devil's angel burning in hell.
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Aaaand -- now I'm out.
:eeek:

I love story poetry this is really good. I love how you told the story in poetry fantasitc