Mirror, Mirror

My looks are fading into age Once young and fair, now it’s old age, I sought wisdom from mirrored sage. The words of glass cut like a knife, In days before the surgeon’s knife, I couldn’t accept this new life. The glass said she was fair of face, A girl with a beautiful face, She put my looks in second place. Enchantments cast for her to bite, A poisoned fruit for her to bite, To bring an end to that Snow White. A magic curse within a spell, She bit the fruits touched by a spell, It all seemed to go rather well. There was nothing that could go wrong, With Snow White dead, what could go wrong? But then that damned prince came along. My looks are fading into age Once young and fair, now it’s old age.