What will she do when her looks have gone
when the mirror resents her advances?
What will she say as her dreams fade away
of the handsome knights
no longer down on bended knee
to offer more than they could fulfil
what will she do then?
What will she do when weeds grow through
familiar paths of love's sweet past
reaching out for bounties lost
and the handsome knights
that used her body for satisfaction
what will she do when the future clouds over
despite the mirror's honeyed glaze.