Looking Glass-A Poem in a Medieval Scottish tone

In the year 1332, at auld Dupplin Moor,
Wi’ a shimmering Dagger of War,
Hiddenly, and in Black Tartan Duds,
Blowing, loud and louder, intae thae Winds,
Ah pierced the looking glass,
And amid so wild a Fire Mass,
Ironclad and devastating
Mine awn enraged wraith cam.

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