I am beautiful. 

The image of envy, the cause of smite, 

aren't I quite a sight?


The costume is quite convincing, no?

The looks, quite decieving.

For on my porcelain skin, cracks you will find, if you are truly seeking.


Be careful, for there is more to what meets the eye 

Has it ever crossed your mind that it could all be a pretty lie?

Try as you might but you know you can't deny


Your princess is a witch in disguise. 



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