The Poisoned Apple

Another poem I wrote with the help of two of my fellow classmates in creative writing from the perspective of Snow White.

An old hag placed a red apple in my hand

All because she wanted to be the fairest in the land

This was her attempt to take my life 

After the huntsman failed to stab me with his knife.

I accepted the gift and took a bite

But suddenly something didn't feel right

Despite the feeling I swallowed it down

Poison spread through my body as I fell to the ground.

I was told one bite would make my dreams come true

But this was a lie - I wish I knew.

Asleep in a coffin surrounded by flowers 

I lost track of the days, minutes and hours.

A prince kissed me and broke the spell

And across the kingdom all was well

But the horror goes on for me 

Despite the queen's death and our victory.