Long ago lived a duchess with a beauty like gold,
A blessing for any one’s eyes to behold,
But the truth was her heart was so icy and cold,
Too choosy to marry with desires so bold.
As she grew to a maiden, upset and afraid in
The thought she would one day grow old.
She conjured a spell, or a curse, I can’t tell,
For it’s been long this story’s been told.
The results were a beauty, and the maiden a cutie
Who looked young for the rest of her life.
But the truth couldn’t hide, for there was a dark side
That had brought the once duchess great strife.
The face in the mirror after years became clearer
With a grim grinning look getting nearer and nearer.
The reflection of her genuine self in the portal
Showed the duchess grew old as a Ghost, Immortal.
