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Dec 2012
Lips as red as blood
Of a brilliant rosebud
Hair as black as night
Unafraid of any fright
Skin as white as snow
From a kingdom long ago

As moment became memory
Of ancient wars of glory
And as days became years
Of long forgotten tears
I've kept close in my heart
An image that cannot be apart
Of your timeless beauty

I've felt it was my duty to find you
From a forgotten place no one knew
I've searched from places to place
Until it became a pointless chase
Then I saw in that forests of apples
Stood a lonely ruined castle

I searched the empty halls of your castle
From rounded stairs and broken chairs
Until I reached the top of the highest tower
I saw nothing but a single golden mirror
And then it suddenly became clearer

I stood in front of this ancient projector
As the glass melted and formed a specter
It spoke in a deep and evil voice
"What do you want to know oh seeker?"
I felt my body and spirit become weaker
As I stood there longer and longer
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Where's the princess who'll make me fall?"
Written by
Julius Xavier
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