21 September 2012
Skin like snow,
Hair like the night,
Blood red lips,
Tragic Snow White.
For years and years,
Her story was told,
As a mere fairytale,
Boring and old.
But the real tale,
Chills one to the bone,
Not coated in sugar,
This one stands alone.
She was a beauty,
Lovely to behold,
But that spoilt princess,
Had a heart that was cold.
Now, before I tell,
This tale of plight,
You must remember,
Snow wasn't so bright.
So when that stranger,
Came at dusk,
You can expect,
She made no fuss.
Claiming he was a prince,
He told of riches and gifts,
And greedy Snow White,
Could not resist.
She leapt onto his horse,
Clutching him tight,
They rode through the forest,
And into the night.
The Real Snow White: Part 1 • Opuss № I