Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered.
He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered.
The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not?
Are you finished there? She asked, her kindest voice a big thought.
Peter turned away and gave her a flash of his prettiest face.
I have to find my shadow, he told her, to show to my grace.
I am your grace, aren’t I? Miss Piggy asked with her prettiest pout.
Just then they were interrupted by Captain Hook’s loudest shout!
Crocodile! Hook screamed with the voice of a shrill girl on speed.
Pan looked out and said “Of course he also brought Sneed.”
She took advantage and began to throw her boa around in the mirror.
“Tell those idiots they are not allowed to barge right in here!”
Peter took her in his arms and gave her a loud smacking friendly kiss.
You will be the death of my adventures, you gorgeous pink miss.
She was pleased, placated, joyful for about six seconds or less.
But then he took over the mirror, ruining her short lived happiness.
Wearing green at full moons height
Singing the song of fairy spite
As faeries dance in a ring
And as they sing their dreadful spell
My head starts to nod,eyes heavy with sleep of the dead
My thoughts filled with the music of hell
I hear the shadows whisper beguiling words
Meant to drop me and take me under
The flames dance high as I watch my fears made real.
So beware the beautiful song of rage on a midnight clear
Sung by creatures fearful
This is the court of death.
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