I saw this mirror, I looked through it    Reflections looked most better than all    Cared too much, hating hatred    Seeing things deformed and almost cold    Crying sadly, shielding gladly my eyes    From the ugly side of fat men seeing, almost    Thin men peeping, sleeping, looking, falling    Dizzy from their windows high       The men of magic thinking if evil    He was bringing sunless children    Seeing all the bad,    'Cos beauty was too ugly    And faceless people    Wondered at the beautiful forms they had       Now the mirror's broken    I'm smiling, seeing good things    Yet despite foot splinters swirl in the air    Forever call him beauty    Children come at night time    Weird things blackening the fairest maiden's hair