Reflections

As one see, it came again
 To be standing in this enchanted ring
 And when the mirror show its opposite end
 You're there again
 Who am I becoming?
 They came, the superior horrid devils
 They are the reflections in the forms of plural and one
 Floating on crystal
 Are the unknown riddle and yet to be solved
 Come closer to this point and the departure
 The entrance was found
 The entanglement was found
 To an equal force
 Thoughts...
 They are my reflections, united we are complete
 The supremacy of soul and soul is the act of mystery
 One see the mirror framed with blood
 In the malignant dreams
 Who am I becoming?
 They came, the superior horrid devils
 They are the reflections in the forms of plural and one
 Come closer to this point and the departure
 The entrance was found
 The entanglement was found
 To an equal force
 Thoughts...