Snow Spite.

Lips as black as blackest coal,
To contrast with my skin,
Skeletal legs and bony arms,
I've never been so thin.

Hair as red as fresh-spilled blood,
A wave runs down my back,
A long sword at my sharp hip bone,
And I'm ready for attack.

Battle stripes across my cheeks,
A brown steed as my horse,
A strangled cry escapes my mouth,
We'll take them down with force!

A stepmother opposes me,
She killed my father - greed,
Envious of what I had,
And now this force I lead.

Born of petals, snow and rose,
I was once Snow White,
Changed by loss and twisted grief,
I've now become Snow Spite.