Poetry and prose from the soul
I am the child of the charnel house
I sit by
Mend my blouse
Bid them farewell, say goodbye
I am the child of the charnel house
She pads by
On velvet feet
Guards the lighthouse with a cry
One should never meet
Glass shatters
Tides rise
She matters
To the sea's silent pleas
The Evil Queen said:
"Mirror, Mirror who's the fairest of them all?
Say my name or I'll throw you down the hall.
Mirror, Mirror aren't I pretty?
So says my daughter Mary.
Mirror, Mirror
We'll be together forever.
Mirror, Mirror
Do you think I'll let you go?
Never."