Fair of Heart

Mirror, Mirror,
on the wall
who’s the fairest
one of all?
Is it she,
with hair so red?
Or her perhaps
with eyes so dead.
Is it she,
with skin so fair?
Or maybe her
with chilling glare.
Not a contest,
don’t you think?
When one is rising,
one will sink.
Keep them fondly
in your heart,
or else face poison
from scorn’s dart.
Mirror, Mirror,
in my hand
who’s the fairest
in the land?
Two to choose from,
Both light and dark
with honeyed tongue
and tongue of snark.
Pick the beauty.
Don’t pick wrong.
Not with eyes,
but with heart’s song.

Prompt: Mirror

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