Thrown from my palace
Ousted by that usurping wench
Kept from my chamber
From my servants, familiars, my wards and grimoires
Kept from my pots and vials, philtres and magical gubbins.
What do I do now?
And don’t answer me that, you accursed sprite
What would you know of it?
When did you last have a royal invite?
Or last dance with a prince?
Have you a complexion sweet as milk?
You and your greasy unctuous ilk!
But no mind, I’ll look in this lake
And chant what I know well
The Mirror, Mirror spell
95 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mirror