Dhe Vhindand Dhe Lion

 I looked into the glass
 And saw a face
 A creamy white face
 Glowing cheeks
 Dark hair
 And 'tisn't I
 I am not that
 Gorgeous. I can say it.
 A sweet is she
 Gorgeous face
 For it isn't me
 
 I am not that
 I am but a lowly Spirit, a Sprite, a Mixie
 Trickster laughing bodiless ugly thing always rough
 I take no care of this veil
 For it is not mine
 Wrapped in a maid's body, inhibiting her loveliness
 Painting purple under her eyes
 Making them tortured
 Twisting her smile
 She would make lovely gestures and smile sweetly
 When I release her body to her once more
 
 I look into the glass and see
 Two bright green eyes back at me
 The figure tosses her mane
 Too proudly
 Too be human child
 Only you and I know she is a Lion.