Her laugh lines were dimmer
Than the heavy scars of despair
The strength of the years
Noticeable, very loud very clear
It did not speak but showed her how
The sparkle died as she smiled then frowned
Her hair was white, as once was brown
But still it sparkled with glitter of the crown
Queen of the land had once she been
Happiness and fervor was once her twin
The mirror was quiet, as it stood and showed
The evident misery, the dark abode
It wished to console her, but could not reach out
For it was, but a mirror…..silver and round
Stardust 