“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

You must answer when I call.

Am I most beautiful of all?

Mirror, answer when I call.”

What I want to do is lie

Or maybe I could even cry

Because I, to you must tell,

Though you be so fair and fell.

There is a beauty you would destroy

Like she was a useless toy.

Her face is fair. Her heart is true.

And she would give her love to you.

But you, fair Queen, delight in pain

And you are more than rather vain

You will destroy all things of beauty

As if it is your sacred duty.

But all to you, I must confess

Though it cause me great distress

To say that you are not the fairest

I divulge all at your request.

“O mighty Queen, so fair and fell

All to you, I am sworn to tell.

There be a damsel, fair and true

She is more beautiful than you.

But dear Queen you must beware.

Do not hurt the damsel fair.

For doing so to you will bring

Calamity in everything.”

The Queen, she listened not to me

And brought her own calamity

Which also ended my own curse

And so I end this little verse.

But remember this tale of vanity

Lest you cause your own calamity.

Heed the warning of this, my verse

Lest you fall prey to your own curse.