Magic mirror on the wall
Once the fairest, begins to fall
A leap of fancy filled with treasure
Designed to give only purest pleasure
But she who enters must be alone
To reign upon her kingdom’s throne
Beyond the mirror another call
Of people reaching standing tall
Braving icy hills of unfeeling
Whispering her name, beginning healing
Painting pictures of a different home
Despite her flaws, still loved and known
As sleeping beauty’s eyes sleep tight
What visions will fly around this night
What winds will her name begin to speak
Who will her salvation seek
Through the mirror in perfect land?
Or the kindness and patience of human hand?