A Poem

The Maiden, the Vampire and a mirror

The maiden gazed from her high tower across the land so wide,
She waited in her bower for her lover to arrive.

As time passed by, she smiled as she pictured her lover fair.
His bright blue eyes, his deep voice, mild. His thick, dark curling hair.

The man had entered her domain, the first who'd ever fought
past creatures who all dealt in pain and won. Her heart was caught.

Confined was she to this this room by magiks, dark and strong.
Her lonlieness had lifted as soon as true love had come along.

Adventuring called to his blood, he travelled far and wide.
But always returned, when he could, to be there at her side.

But where was he? Why wasn't he here? She fretted and she worried.
Then struck was she by an idea. To the treasure chamber she hurried.

A mirror with a dazzling glow, 'twas bewitched with a spell.
This silvered glass would always show where those she sought did dwell.

The maiden looked into the glass and spoke her lovers name.
But even after time had passed, the image looked the same.

But then the picture seemed to fly, as though following a ghost.
Invisible to the mirrors eye was the one she loved the most.

The maiden gasped, this cannot be! She wept, her heart on fire.
The only beings this mirror can't see are those who are vampire!

The maidens lover had been waylaid as he journeyed through the wood.
A bone-white figure his feet stayed. It drank its fill of blood.

The new-formed vampire was now here, almost within her sight!
The maiden trembled with her fear, but was resolved to fight.

As the beast entered into her room she summoned her allies.
Black crows, emerging from the gloom, flew screeching at his eyes.

The fiend was driven from his feet, but soon his gaze alighted
upon the mirror, small and neat, that made his plan so blighted.

A sliver of the lovers soul looked out from undead eyes.
Somewhere a bell began to toll. Another adventurer dies.

"Sorry, so sorry, my love." he said. He stretched out his hand, imploring.
She bit her lip until it bled, to keep her tears from falling.

The sight of blood on her fair skin caused the full curse to fall.
The last spark of the man within was doused, once and for all.

A monster now slowly approached, she backed away in fright.
All her defences had been broached. She knew she'd die tonight.

But suddenly, the fiend recoiled, his hands flew to his eyes.
She saw the rosy light of dawnshine weakly from the skies.

He turned, but then, before he fled, snatched the mirror from the floor.
He wrapped his cape around his head and bolted for the door.

So now the maiden smiles and weeps, as her lover stalks the wood.
The mirrors gilt has gone for keeps. The tragedy of MUD.