Snow White

A poem of the classic fairytale with a dark twist.

The apple slipped from her cold little fingers

and fell upon the ground

Silken lashes close forever

and pale lips wont make a sound

Half alive but barely breathing

locked in her mental tomb

Crying inside and desperately screaming

there's no space in this glass cacoon

Familar voices reside to softly whisper

she was a soul we could not save

It's such a shame so fragile and tender

but destined for the grave

No prince to charm her to lift those lashes

She's better off I'm sure

She was never meant for such a cruel world

Too beautiful, a soul so pure

The truth comes with a price, much like a dagger

the pain cuts like a knife

No, she never heard the sound of love's call

Noone came to save her life.

The years passed by and seasons changed

Summer's day turned to winter's night

and the child grew up still locked in her dreams

until she found the courage to change her plight

A tiny voice whispered inside of her heart

Dont you know there is noone else

If you want to escape then you must learn to fight

Only you can save yourself

She ran down the corridor of her nightmares and dreams

searching to find the way

but echoes of the past called like a long lost friend

beckoning her to stay

The walls were closing in it seemed

as she stayed trapped within the glass

She knew she was changing into a hideous beast

but could she taste the aftermath?

The walls shattered apart but the poisoned remained

corrupting all that was good

and from the the fragments emerged a snow white queen

where a half grown girl once stood

Too cold now to hear love's call

Her heart has turned to ice

Her youth only a remainder of days to be sought

for even beauty comes with a price

She picks up a sliver of broken glass

and places it on a stone wall

she smiles at the flawed image of her reflection

and whispers who is the fairest of them all