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The Plan (The Untold Story of Snow White)


Once upon a time in a far away land

 there lived two girls who were the best of friends

They stayed together through thick and thin

and never could foreshadow the upcoming revenge

For the ruler of the land was all but fair

he caused the people of his land a great big scare

So two girls schemed to kill the guard and king,

It was time to end his reign and let freedom ring

 

The girls plotted and vowed to each kill a man,

then they would meet after, they carried out the plan

But one girl got scared and failed at her job

to the king she confessed, as she profusely sobbed

Saving herself she told on her friend

She married the king to avoid a bitter end

So she got lucky and the king set her free

Unfortunately for her friend there was no time to flee

 

Her friend had betrayed her, without a backwards glimpse

Now it was her that would face the ultimate consequence

 So she was thrown in prison. crying all day and night

 thinking how her friend had left her simply wasn't right

As tears were streaming all down her face

she pulled out her mirror to put things back in place

 

“Why did this happen to me?” she said with pity unfound

and was suddenly startled to hear a replying sound

“She is not worthy of you, the mirror hissed.

“She was always jealous of your beauty and bliss.”

 She thought for days about what the mirror had said

 and soon depressing thoughts were starting to change in her head

Slowly but surely a feeling of hatred began

No longer did she view this girl as her once best friend

 

The Revenge she wanted started a new scheme

It was her and the mirror that became the new team

The best way they could think to get under her skin

Was not to get rid of her but instead her next of kin.

My oh my what a wonderful plight

Instead of the king or the queen she'd kill Snow White

 

When the prison sentence was finally complete

she was nothing short of the most incredible feat

Because of the mirror she had gained great power

She promised herself that to no one would she cower

The Evil Queen, was now her new name

and to her killing Snow White would end all her pain

 

She dressed up in rags as an old, poor hag,

 carrying only one red apple in her little brown bag

The apple was poisoned, but would not be refused

For Snow White wouldn’t have any other choice to choose

So with Snow White in sight and apple in hand

she called out to her from across the land

“Oh dear come here, I have a present for you

Snow White obeyed not knowing revenge was askew

She took the apple from the old lady with a smile

 for she did not know that it was filled with vile

The Evil Queen snickered as she took a huge bite,

She watched as she dropped dead whispering, “Night night, Snow White.”

 

The rest of the story is now up to you

Does she remain dead or will she be rescued?

 

The End

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