Mirror, Mirror

This is the first poem that I'm posting from 9th grade. I have a few others from 8th grade, but I'm posting more recent ones now. Stay tuned.

Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

The queen, you must say, or lest you should fall

And crash and shatter from off of your wall

Mirror mirror on the wall, doust thou hearest my fair call?

For give a day and give a night, thou shalt find thyself quiver in fright

For though thou is fair, and though thou is bright

Thou realizes nothing of beauty of light

For beauty of light doest returneth to us,

The queen shall be smote, turned to nothing but dust

So hear one, hear all, of that the mirror should fall

When beauty returns and we hear Snow White’s fair call