Snow White
Once upon a time,
A beautiful child was born
Alas, death gave his chime
Away from her, her mother was torn
The child was born with skin so fair
Her hair was as dark as ebony
Her lips, red roses would not dare
And her voice, a song of beauty
Her father was a great King
But he fell to a dark spell
And so married an evil thing
Of monstrous beauty, was that empty shell.
Jealousy strangled the woman
"The child must be stealing my brilliance",
She thought behind a luxurious fan.
And so punished her when came chance.
The child now a girl, was turned a maid
She scrubbed, mopped and swept
Till the Queen was satisfied or she failed
And was thrown to a dark corner where she wept.
Then came a Prince, Charming as ever
He sang a song his heart taught him
And saw a girl prettier than any flower
She was seated at a river's rim
The Prince sang to her that song
But she shied away, into a castle.
He cried out he meant no wrong
But the palace's doors closed with a rattle.
The Queen had seen the Prince and the maid
"See how she steals my very essence?"
She asked her mirror, a response it failed.
Then came from behind a man with hunting licence
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest one of them all?"
"You, my Queen," the man answered the call.
"But beware, best you, the maid soon shall" he continued tall.
"How could she ever, I am Queen!"
She spat with spite and ordered for her heart
Staked, cut and boxed the man agreed already keen
And he dragged away the maid in a cart.
They stopped in a clearing of a vast forest
Eager to carve, he pulled out his dagger
He aimed for her ample chest
But against her beauty, he could not help but falter
Ceasing her chance, she ran away into the darkness
Where the trees clawed, gripped and tore at her
Her feet ached and bled till she could feel nothing- painless
And collapsed, exhausted by fear of the armed sir.
She awoke to the chirp of birds and gentle sunlight
And began a search for her new home within nature.
She stumbled upon a cottage so small it was a sight
She smiled at the structure that would be part of her future
She knocked on the wooden door
But no answer came from inside
She peered inside seeing only dusty floor
"No harm in looking…" She lied
She shivered as she ventured the house
The place must have been abandoned
For there was only webs and the occasional mouse
She climbed up stairs in hope for a bed
There, she found seven little beddings
And on them, seven names were written
She laid down on all her little findings
And she fell asleep with only one candle lighten
But behind eyes closed shut
Were shadows that stalked and crept
Scurrying along the walls of this hut
Scurrying around the beds where she slept.
The little beasts pounced on her.
They were no little children.
They fashioned a cunning lure.
There and then, all of her was taken.
When they came, she went to pretend
She imagined seven mining dwarves.
But she was never truly in that land;
It was only a shrouding of layered scarves.
A day dark as any other, an old wench came.
She saw the pain of the ebony haired,
Wasted red lips on grimaces, "Such a shame,"
So the wench offered her an apple of the same red.
Expressionless and skin so pale, she took it.
However, she never took a bite.
She could feel its dark old magic lit.
It would have ended her pain, ended her fight.
She ran back into her little prison
And cooked a broth form the enchanted fruit.
She spread the thick liquid anticipating the con
And waited for the beasts to take their loot.
They slithered in the dark of the night
And began their feast with bites and licks
But soon choked on their own lust with fright.
She left, giving each last kicks
She ran back to the haunted forest,
But she now saw what was there;
Only bended trees and abandoned nests
Till she reached the castle, her fair share.
Seeing a dead rise to her home,
The old queen summoned her lover
And poisoned him with a potion from an old tome
Before calling to the Prince for cover.
He rode on his steed to her distress
And burned the witch from the forest
Ignoring her pleas into nothingness
Even as the flames licked up her chest
But the fire never truly caught
And now haunts a wronged beauty
Who would grow the reddest apples sought
And poisoned man by the many.