“Dear mirror on the wall, what must I do to be fairest of them all?”
“You are searching in the wrong places. Outward appearance is but a fading rose. From the heart true beauty flows.”
“My heart is as good as anyone elses.”
“If you are as confident as you speak, go ahead and take a peak.”
Her reflection in the image began to blur and her heart was revealed in the glass. To her astonishment it had been darkened by her sins and lack of love.
“Tell me mirror, what spell must I cast to restore my heart?”
“A spell is not the answer nor key, its acts of true love that you need.” “Love is dead! Just like my dear old husband.”
“There is no hope for the heart that does not believe in love.”
“So tell me dear mirror, who is the fairest of them all?”
“Vanity is vain and you are wasting your time, but if you must know there is one whose beauty is sublime.”
“Who is this one that you speak of?”
“One whose heart is pure and uncontaminated, the one who lives in this very castle with you. It is not her pale skin that makes her beautiful, nor her raven hair and red lips, but her kind spirit and faith in love.”
“Snow White! It can’t be!”
“What I say is true whether or not you choose to believe.”
“Then I’ll corrupt her beauty.”
“The only way to corrupt her beauty is by corrupting her heart.”
“Then her heart I shall corrupt.”
More of a dialogue/story than poem, I know.