20 January 2013
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.
Snow Spite. • Opuss № I