Say My Name

I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, too scared to open my eyes.
I could feel her; feel her breathe upon my shoulders, but I couldn't look, I couldn't cry.

I said the name three times.
Sienna, Sienna, Sienna
Not out loud, just in my head; then it happened this November.

I was clearing the attic for Christmas, when I found the dusty leather bound book.
It was full of hand written stories and poetry; I sat down to take a look.

Hours passed and darkness fell, the light outside grew dim;
That's when I found the tale of a girl, and the beast she hid within.

At just sixteen she disappeared; her family thought her dead,
But she was found six months later, wandering barefoot, with a single cut to her head.

She couldn't remember what had happened, she could only remember her name;
Strange things started to happen, it would never be the same.

Treasured ornaments went missing, eerie faces would appear;
She had called upon her friends; took objects for souvenirs.

She would talk to her reflection in the elaborate gilt mirror;
Whispering in the wicked wind, as His spirit grew nearer.

One April morning she was found, with a kitchen knife in her hand
Her beloved dog at her feet, skinned, and legs fanned.

Her parents locked her in her room, where there was no light;
No one to talk to, just her leather journal to write.

On the 24th November, her father took her food
He opened her windows to the night, as she had been good.

But as his back was turned, she picked up the silver spoon;
Gorged out his green eyes, by the light of the silvery moon.

That's when her mother saw them; her daughters unholy eyes;
Reflected in the ornate mirror, no one would hear her cries.

Sienna, Sienna, Sienna, she pleaded, before the pain hit hard;
Sliced across her delicate throat with a single glass shard.

She stood before the ornate mirror, her eyes full of flame;
And whispered 'I will appear before thee who ever says my name.'