Did the mirror lie; that fiend upon my wall?
Was it the true instrument of my downfall?
Or was it the girl who was supposed to be pure?
The fault was not my own, that's for sure.
But the magic within my mirror was very strong.
I cast the spell myself, and I was never wrong.
It was that girl with unholy beauty and grace.
My mirror foretold of doom linked to her face.
As I looked at my reflection staring back at me
I couldn’t fathom why all the people didn’t see.
That no mere child could ever be lovelier than I
But they couldn’t, so poor Snow White had to die.
Strangely, my enchanted mirror knew of a way
To find Snow White and make the Bitch pay,
“An apple is all you’ll need to seal this deadly deal
Poison it and give it to her for an afternoon meal.”
“Why would she take anything from my evil hand?
I am hated by Walt and throughout Disneyland.”
“Snow has grown fat living with seven little men.
Without a diet the Prince’s hand she’ll never win.”
My magic mirror showed wisdom beyond compare.
A killer diet plan with Snow White I would share.
But Snow lived and I was killed with a blade of silver.
I guess that’s what you get when believing in a mirror.
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| Writing Prompt | |
Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Use the mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire. |
Author Notes
Fairest of Them All
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