Mirror On The Wall

Mirror on the wall, see me and my cherry cheeks, eyes deep brown.

Plump lips a glossy red hue, platinum white hair so long to my waist.

My nose, a little button slightly upturned; eyelashes long, like a doe’s.

A flawless face; blotch-less and smooth; a perfect beauty mark dark,

And brown, small and cute in just the right place; my right cheek,

On my smooth, flawless face.

Mirror on the wall, see me in my finery; lavish dress down to the floor,

Gold and silver sewn into black satin and silk; lacey and wonderfully sheer.

Nails polished red; fitted open toed shoes, six inch heels to lift one up high.

Tiara; gold and encrusted with diamonds, fits like a dream so exquisitely.

Jewellery adorns digits and brightens up lobes, wrists and neck.

Alas, if only it were true.

Immortality has a price to pay, not cheap in any way.

Hundreds of years turn beauty to bitter memories that haunt me.

Men used to flock to me, seek me out just to look at me; drink me in,

A sight to behold any time or place, and I never married or fell in love.

The mirror on the wall saw to that; I battled internally for centuries,

Beauty fading with each tortured year.

Deceit and trickery are all that I see; what this mirror gave to me,

I sold my soul for eternal grace; what I got in return was endless yes,

Everlasting life with illusion of loveliness through a reflection of lies

That would tell over time, if I glimpsed my image when I passed by

A window or sitting in a bath of warm water, a likeness of my face

Aged and haggard as I stare down.

Mirror on the wall, you told me I was fair; even when I began to see,

My aging hands in front of me. Mirror on the wall you torture me daily,

Showing me winsomeness that is no more. So naive was I to believe a lie,

Told to me by an enchanted looking glass. So stupid was I to fall for a tale

Of long lasting beauty all for my soul. Everything about me is,

Absolutely timeless, unending, enduring, undying; but!

Appearance ancient; genius trickery, aged me quite slowly,

Unseen by eyes of mine. Hair still white, down to my toes.

Lost height and majestic form; no longer can I hold my head up proud,

Resembling a hag; beauty mark dark but large as the years let it grow,

Beauty mark no more. No happy ending; no fairy tale prince,

To kiss away hideousness and crestfallen infinitude.

Mirror on the wall, turn me to stone facing my reflection.

Do not let me fade into oblivion; do not see me lose my mind,

Do not watch me cry rivers of regret down gaunt cheeks.

Mirror on the wall, I retract my request. Keep my soul but let me die,

Do not watch me age disgracefully; skeletal limbs reach out to touch,

The fabrication that is me, mirror please, mirror please, set me free.