Mirror! Mirror! on the wall,
Who is the prettiest of them all?
Look there, she has raised the bar,
you\'ll be amazed to see the star.
Draped in a dress black as coal tar,
sparkles of a smile spreading till far.
Locks of hair adorning as fall,
she is the tallest of them all.
Black is the colour of magic
whose spells are tragic.
A solace to the eyes prying,
her presence is gratifying.
The shine of the moon in her eyes
takes her magic across the skies.
The light of the joy in her heart,
makes her stand apart.
Fresh snow on the mountains afar,
night sky and a shooting star.
What do I wish for thee,
a life full of happiness and glee.