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