Mirror, mirror on the wall, if the story’s as they say;  

A pure Snow White and bitter queen, who was your real prey?

The girl who stayed oblivious to you who caused her pain, 

Or the one who sold her soul for words that made her vain?

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I’ve been watching for a while.

I’ve never seen such beauty but behind your mask you’re vile.

They lose so much to win your war but never lose their fight.

But I can’t help but think I’m more than just a play of light.