Snow White Death

I didn't want to spend too much time on Snow White. She didn't seem to fit in with the feeling of the poems as well as the others did.

The fight that then ensued

Destroyed the calm of midnight.

With simultaneous screams it did conclude.

Alice's fury the Tweedles' deaths did ignite.

 

No longer afraid, filled with scorn,

Alice sought the Queen's demise.

Retribution for all she would forever mourn.

The fire of hatred alight in her eyes.

 

She set upon the overbearing matriarch

With such violence and fury

The soldiers shrank into corners dark

In a sudden, frightened flurry.

 

Alice stood over the unmoving body

Of the hated tyrant of all she had seen.

Her relief the soldier's sighs did embody

Though she could not rejoice over such a scene.

 

By the bodies of her companions she did kneel

With tears spilling down her delicate face.

She could hardly believe this night had been real.

Their cold corpses she did embrace.

 

The Tweedle two were lost forever,

Together in death as in mortal existence.

Their empty eyes still reflecting wit so clever

With such admirable tenacity and persistence.

 

Mary and Rapunzel, she'd lost the two

Cinderella and Gretal, she'd killed

These pains she'd chosen to subdue

But now these losses left her unfulfilled.

 

A funeral was provided, the Queen's realm rejoiced

Alice continued on her path, no thought as to destination

Though she tried to be stolid her eyes often grew moist

Though she tried to be silent she often screamed in frustration

 

Alone again she could no longer remember

Where it was she had wanted to go.

She glowed in the night like a dying ember,

Hoping that one day sweet death God would bestow.

 

But onward she pushed and still she thrived.

Onward she traveled, day and night

Until the land of the Queen was left behind

And she'd lost all sign of hope's dim light.

 

As she passed through a forest she was halted

By the sight of a funeral in progress.

A pale-skinned maiden seven small men exalted.

A tall man's fingers her face did caress.

 

It seemed she was poisoned by a jealous step mother

And naught they tried would bring her back.

Alice no longer seemed able to care for another

But feigned empathy for permission to dwell in their shack.

 

For a week she remained in their company so bleak.

Unable to move on she laid upon the small bed.

To the mourning men she refused to speak,

Choosing to bare her pain in silence instead.

 

The prince - homeward bound - offered her his service.

She accepted for walking seemed too hard now.

Though the stranger's warmth made her nervous

His eager aid she would allow.

 

As they rode into the sun's setting rays

Into her apron pocket a hand Alice placed.

Her fingers brushed paper, an eyebrow she did raise.

Altar scrolls worn and faded had all this time gone to waste.

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[Snow White Queen]

Yeah, this all really good. I hope you contiue with this series, I would love to read more. ♥