A story about a proud princess

Long-long ago, sired by a king
a child was born in early spring,
a replica of mother-beauty,
just being pretty was her duty,
Her wise and strikingly handsome father
has never sensed his eyes on others,
he loved his daughter and his wife
and pinned great hopes on children's life.
The girl had toys and her own horse,
a little plane of driving force
and making this all to her age,
she was an angel on the stage.
But wheel of time was spinning faster
and out there came a huge disaster:
the little princess was so proud,
indomitable, all-allowed,
A regal bearing she had,
she was not slim, she was not fat
and people said and people talked
that seed of evil, deeply locked,
could not ward off the coming death
and couldn't grant the sense of breath.
The pride that mingled with her blood
could turn white snow right into mud.

That night that entered dark and gloom
took charge of looking in the room,
the princess talked to looking glass
and asked her beauty long to last:

-I don't want to grow old and slovenly,
wanna linger on being lovely.
And this cold and scary nighttime
I will clutch my dear lifeline.
And you, mirrow, don't play tricks on me,
otherwise I'll break you into three
I toiled hard and I long for my youth
and now, mirrow, just tell me the truth!
Am I beautiful (a roar of laughter)
even though I had years to after,
I have passionate and deep conviction
that my beauty is people's addiction.

But the mirror said strictly and wryly:
-You're self-loving, ungrateful and wily,
all your life goes for nothing tonight,
you will blur into darkness, not light.

...proud princess... has vanished from sight..