Mask of Mirror Glass

He with the mask of mirror glass
Calls to me beyond the shadow's sea,
His voice velveteen of echo's keen,
A resonant ring within my dreams.

Through the dusky veil, there's a wail
Of fear and pain at the loss of gain,
As he with the mask of mirror glass
Reveals the pages from the Book of Ages.

Speaking eldritch runes in ancient tunes
From he with the mask of mirror glass,
Within silence of prenatal violence
As I hear the scripts from a forgotten crypt.

In my ears I fully hear
The archaic gusts of hallowed trusts,
Murmured wholly, though unholy,
From he with the mask of mirror glass.

From archaic tales from beyond shadow's veil,
Yonder death with naught a breath,
I hear within the year the perpetual wails of the chaos gales,
Caused by the catalyst within the mask of mirror glass...