From Inside a Looking Glass

Look upon that maiden fair,
Staring in a mirror while she does her hair.
Look at how it flows so smooth,
Look at how her beauty does improve.

Looking out from the looking glass,
It looks like a fresh victim at last.
Looking out at her I do see,
Looking at me fearfully.

Flowing from that looking glass,
Her body I do take at last.
Flowing out from me to her,
Flowing her into the mirror.

I open up my eyes to see,
She's in the mirror watching me.
I stand and take up a fist and finally,
I smash the looking glass so I may be free.