Once Upon A Time

Lucy bit the apple tasty and sweet,

juices flowing freely down her chin,

almost instantly she fell,

eylids flutter, heart sputter,

the white of snow turns black,

I try my hand at lifting her,

heavy bird is she,

I'll leave her here and chant my spell,

where she will now be me,

Great shadow of black,

whose name I speak,

Twist the hands of fate,

Grant this servant,

a bidding wish,

and let me be your mate,

Take her spirit and make it flee,

and place mine in her stead,

Give her sould my skin and bone,

and make it finally dead,

The blackness settled deep and still,

as I wait for transformation,

feeling hands of my tiny workers lift me,

placing me in a casket of satin and silk,

tears of those tiny men,

flow across my frozen brow,

and I spend my days remembering,

her childish movements,

and innocent ways.

When I awake,

I shall play this roll

Perfectly,

Waiting for the right time,

to set my plans in motion,

while being the fairest,

on the outside,

and the smartest,

on the inside,

A shadow passes over me,

blocking the sun,

dry lips touch my own,

my skin vibrates,

at the completion,

of the new me,

 Lucy Black.