Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest one of all?
She, with hair as a midnight cat
black eyes reflecting blood into the night.
She, with her manicured hands; gloves for her claws.
Olive complexion, a costume for the hidden cracked skin.
The silver flute clutched in those claws,
those horrible wretched claws
her broomstick, of course.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the vainest one of all?
who is the fairest one of all?
She, with hair as a midnight cat
black eyes reflecting blood into the night.
She, with her manicured hands; gloves for her claws.
Olive complexion, a costume for the hidden cracked skin.
The silver flute clutched in those claws,
those horrible wretched claws
her broomstick, of course.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the vainest one of all?
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