I saw this mirror, I looked through it 

Reflections looked most better than all 

Cared too much, hating hatred 

Seeing things deformed and almost cold 

Crying sadly, shielding gladly my eyes 

From the ugly side of  fat men seeing, almost 

Thin men peeping, sleeping, looking, falling 

Dizzy from their windows high 



The men of magic thinking if evil 

He was bringing sunless children 

Seeing all the bad, 

'Cos beauty was too ugly 

And faceless people 

Wondered at the beautiful forms they had 



Now the mirror's broken 

I'm smiling, seeing good things 

Yet despite foot splinters swirl in the air 

Forever call him beauty 

Children come at night time 

Weird things blackening the fairest maiden's hair