Snow-nette

Tides of yellow, green envy envolpe the queen
Looking upon the sweet snow white made her so
Her blood lust seeped in every sharp glance the servants gleaned
Thense the Huntsman jouneyed, Snow White in tow

Yet he, overcome by the maidens beauty could not stain her red
The queen could not bare her reflection's tale of betrayal
Young Snow White, among her seven companions, would not carefully tread
Easily enticed by the queen to asphyxiate, with innocent babble

Still failed the queen to destroy the blooming beauty
Next a poisoned comb, though quickly bested by the seven dwarves cunning
A poisoned apple finally left young snow white dead, the queen wept with glee
Again she approached her mirror, it replied baiting

Dear queen, it be troubling to tell thee not the fairest
Though Snow White lay dead, her beauty shines boldest