Mirror, mirrorMature

This poem was found engraved into the lid of a music box, which was discovered sitting on a park bench in Northeast Seattle.

Mirror, mirror - on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Not your sister, hair so red
Thanks to Us your sister's dead.

Mirror, mirror - tell us true
Should they all have trusted you?
Looked for help, but not for long
Charles burned; a rose proved wrong.

Mirror, mirror - here you stand
Loyal friends walk hand-in-hand
None so far, though, didn't fall
To the Children of the Forests' call.

Mirror, mirror - don't you lie...
Who will be the next to die?

The End

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