Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
Speak thy mirror hanged on the wall,
You are asked to serve me as my thrall,
I speak to you so answer my call,
Or be shattered by a great fall.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
Thy mirror spoke with appall,
Beauty and fair lies within all,
Glass scattered from a thrown spall,
Broken, stored then covered by a pall.
“Beauty is what you feel about yourself not about what you see in the mirror”
By: Akane Mishima