Queen: Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all? Magic Mirror: Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow. Snow White “Skin white as snow.”  She is a beauty.  I dream of her in the long hot nights of summer.  How I long to touch my tongue to her delicate skin.  Soft as a rose petal. We have a rendezvous once a year at comic con.  After long hours of walking the convention hall I look forward to the cool refreshing filtered water here.