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She forbade him to follow

And said farewell

In her room he found himself again

Then the door opened with a deafening creak

There she was, the queen of the hall

In the boudoir he hid

He wanted to know

Wanted to see

Wanted to solve

The mystery

Closer and closer a soft singing came

Maddening him

Here I am Erik, she said

I am now ready

Singing from the walls, a pagan hymn

In the mirror swirling round, Twenty Christine’s

Body and image finally touched and merged together

Swallowed by the mirror, how had she gone

And the walls kept repeating

To me? To whom?