Snow White Poem
Snow White
The frame of a mirror,
A sight for sore eyes,
The queen waits patiently,
Lurking evil in disguise.
A princess with fair skin,
Hair black as midnight,
The queens evil tricks
May just end her life.
A butcher is ordered
To take her to death,
To watch the poor princess
Breathe her final breaths.
But he has not the heart
To do such a feat,
He kills a lamb instead
And lets Snow White run free.
Seven dwarves arrive home,
Put their tools back in place,
See the princess asleep,
A wide smile on her face.
She is sleeping soundly,
Safety at last in her reach,
With the dwarves watching over her
She continues to sleep.
The queen finally hears
That the girl is alive,
She strides 'crosss the room
Anger clear in her stride.
With her trust in others
Slipping away like sand
She decides to take things
Into her own, deadly hands.
Dressed as an old woman,
She slinks up the porch
Of the dwarves house, in darkness;
She needed a torch.
Snow White answers the door,
Torchlight glints off the skin
Of an apple, bright red
In the palm of the Queen.
As she runs through the woods,
The queen listens to the din,
Of the poor dwarves crying,
Her mouth stretched in a grin.
For as Snow White was fair,
With a heart pure as gold,
Nobody could save her
From a person this cold.
The prince of a far kingdom
Looks over the grave
Of a beautiful princess,
Of whom none could save.
Her glass coffin glints
In the light of the sun
'I must try,' the prince thought,
'To save her...' it was done.
No matter how hard the dwarves tried
They couldn't stop
The prince as he removed
The coffins glass top.
Love is what pulls him,
To Snow White's soft lips
And as any prince would,
He wakes her with a kiss.
As the apple piece falls
From her lips, she's astounded
To find herself safe,
By the dwarves she's surrounded.
But a prince is there too,
A kind hand on her cheek,
And he smiles, a kind smile
That stayed with her for weeks.