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.