In a room full of furniture that felt worse for wear

An old woman sat in a cedar-wood chair

In her hands sat an apple, so shiny and red

And troubling thoughts buzzed around in her head

 

A time long ago, when she was so young

The desire of many, was what she'd become

Intelligent, kind, determined, and brave

She was the child any parent would crave

 

But as she grew older, there came a reveal

Her personal traits weren’t behind her appeal

It wasn’t her brain, but to her chagrin

It was only her looks that drew them all in

 

Day after day, and year after year

It was her appearance that people held dear

And while she resisted at first, it soon came

The time she began to feel the same

 

She’d pile on jewels to keep people near

And slowly her true self would just disappear

And just it reached the brink of demise,

She found a new love in two regal eyes

 

The widower king found his heart in a whirl

His affection grew strong for the beautiful girl

The two would soon marry, and just for a while,

The new queen was happy, and recovered her smile

 

But the king saw only the surface: a scam

Her makeup and jewelry were only a sham

He dismissed her brains, her will, and her heart

He’d loved his new bride, but not the right part

 

His daughter, Snow White, was just, kind, and sweet

She saw only truth: no pride or conceit

Would blind out the truth that only she’d know

The queen wasn’t merely a trophy for show

 

Outside the castle, the two girls would play

They sang, and read stories, and would tary all day

But alas, this relationship was not meant to last

Old habits die hard, and rekindled the past

 

The young grew older, and so did the queen

While one’s beauty dimmed, the other’s did gleam

And yet while the queen’s heart filled up with spite,

Snow White was gentle, and stood for the right

 

Even though Snow was abused and in pain,

Was seen as an object, with nothing to gain,

And was shunned by the mother she had loved so dear,

She kept herself earnest and her morals quite clear

 

And into her hands the queen’s head did fall

Her bitter sobs echoed all down the hall

The poor girl whose life she intended to end

She realized now was her only true friend

 

She looked at the apple, now dropped to the floor

And knew it was time to end her own war

She looked at the fire: its flames crackled and spit

And threw the cursed apple right into the pit