“Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who is the scummiest of them all?”
“I say, I say, I say my dear
It is the one that you most fear
The one who grins, the one who smiles
The one most kind, a temptress with her wiles
She'll tell you whatever you want to hear
Before planting a knife in your rear
She will toy with your mind for a while
Before becoming extremely hostile
She is not who she says she is
She is not who you want her to be
She is evil, nay, a demon I say
Take my advice, flee, run away
For if you don't, you will regret
Forever the day you two first met
You will lose yourself, you will lose me
Your soul lost to Eternity
Please flee, please flee, please flee from her
Before you forget who you once were
Please flee, please flee, please flee from her
For I fear the worst is about to occur.”
“Ha! Foolish Mirror! Only I know best!
I will have no trouble wooing this temptress!
I know no fear, I am renowned
No fool in this land would dare take me down!
I know what I'm doing, it's plain to see
I know one day she will marry me!
Quell your fears, save your rhymes
Our relationship will be sublime!”
“Oh dear, oh dear, what I've said is true.
This kingdom is in trouble, and so are you...”
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