We all know the stories of old

But only how they want us to hear it

But what if there is more?

Here’s the stories retold

 

Snow White, a girl loss to the woods

She found a cottage with little men

But not seven as they say

She served the ten

 

All though the story goes with 7 dwarves

It’s more or less not dwarves

But hobbits

More like its

 

The heart is not what the queen wanted either

She only wanted one thing

Made of gold on her hand she wore

The ring

 

Now you may say you know how the story may go

She is sought by the queen

Snow White and her friends fight back

Although undefeated is the foe

 

The story continues

The troop needs help

King Arthur just next door for the rescue

The right choice they felt

 

Wrong they were

The  queen had beaten them to the king

He was asleep with a spell

Into despair they fell

 

You see

Hobbits don’t fight

They like their Shire

So home is where they went before  light

 

Snow White all alone

Just a sleeping King Arthur

“I’d wish you’d awake”

She said in a low tone

 

“How do i break this?...

Maybe a kiss?”

She pondered

An opportunity she couldn't miss

 

Just one kiss

Now asleep she was too

She had no one

Who would even come?

 

The queen had won in her eyes

The ring free to take

No Snow white deal with

This must be fate

 

However the queen,

As cunning as she is,

Had a fateful mishap

Something coming she didn’t see

 

A young prince on his way

He found Snow White

Kissed her too

And here eye did light

 

As the story goes

Like time of old

On goes it

Like you know it to be writ

 

Mixed up it was

Listen to Yoda you will

Not all stories are what they seem

But as they are, love the stories still