I found these hung behind a mirror, blades apart,
the lick of iron keeping all evil spirits away.
I heard their hiss before I found them,
a snip of sibilance where they snapped that doorway shut.
Hang them again on that blue ribbon,
behind a looking glass,
No more will those wandering
find a simple way to pass.
O one who wishes to stop the ways of spirit travellers, these blades are for you.
I found these hung behind a mirror, blades apart,
the lick of iron keeping all evil spirits away.
I heard their hiss before I found them,
a snip of sibilance where they snapped that doorway shut.
Hang them again on that blue ribbon,
behind a looking glass,
No more will those wandering
find a simple way to pass.
O one who wishes to stop the ways of spirit travellers, these blades are for you.
