Katherine Henion

Asked the same
question over and
over again from that witch.
She knew my answer.

A girl, hair as black as night,
her lips as red as the rose
and skin as white as snow.
Nothing changed this fact.

She scowled every time.
Being a mirror that
answers all questions,
I set in motion their destiny.

Snow white has a destiny
with her Prince charming.
And the witch met hers at
the edge of a cliff.

Every time I see a face
it reveals to me their
souls true image, for you
cannot lie to a mirror.

The Witch Queen’s soul
was infested with the most
evil of spirits. She could not
hide what the mirror could find.

Katherine Henion