Snow White
On the darkest night she appeared,
Taking the crown in hand.
By all she immediately was feared
As she assumed command.
Even the king had no power
With which to save his people.
His wicked and cruel lover
Was the worst kind of evil.
She poisoned all she touched,
For which there was no cure.
After she tasted one’s blood,
The outcome was sure.
The darkness ruled for years,
Tormenting all the land;
Until, one day, the people’s fears
Came to a sudden end.
A winter child was born
To the queen thought to be barren,
On a blinding snowy morn
From where had locked herself in.
Not even the king could say
How the child had come to be:
When the queen had locked herself away,
She had not let herself be seen.
But somehow she had died,
And that was no small thing.
The only one who wished for a goodbye
Was the very ill king.
For though the darkness receded,
It still remained in the land,
And the king, the one most needed,
Was still in the palm of its hand.
Before long the people forgot,
As people are wont to do.
A new queen was brought
And the princess consumed their view.
The heir was bright and lovely,
And enchanted all who saw her;
Her voice sounded as honey,
Her scent was that of myrrh.
But there was one who was not fooled
By the heir’s otherworldly beauty:
The new queen that ruled
Knew what she was exactly.
And so when the king passed,
The queen locked princess away,
And no one dared to ask
What had caused her dismay.
The people feared again,
Though the queen did little else,
What this might mean for them.
They rang the bells.
Now the queen knew not
What the people planned.
She was arranging a plot
To have the princess banned,
For the heir carried the darkness
The same as her mother had;
Though she did not act as heartless,
She had the potential to be as bad.
The queen knew the princess cared,
That she was not completely evil,
But to keep her she had not dared,
All for the sake of the people.
And so the queen sent her out,
Far into the fields to gather.
The princess did joyfully shout,
Not knowing a huntsman was sent after.
He intended to take her heart
Under the queen’s strict order;
And she warned before he could depart
That he should do it at the border.
So the huntsman went,
Still loyal to his queen,
But he found the task for which he was sent
Was harder than it seemed.
The heir’s unearthly beauty
Bewitched the unlucky huntsman;
He could not fulfill his duty,
Only tell the girl to run.
But the queen expected this to happen,
And she had prepared another hand.
Now the girl would run with abandon
To a far and distant land.
Alas, it was not to be.
The heir found aid in seven dwarves
Who quite hated the queen;
They were to give her what she “deserved”.
The princess, meanwhile, was gleeful,
And happy to be alive.
To meet all these new people
Gave her a new drive.
The queen, at that time, checked her mirror
For the remnants of darkness in the land.
She was surprised to find it much nearer
Than at first she had planned.
Nevertheless, she pushed on,
Creating a poisonous apple,
And a suitable con
That would allow for no battle.
A battle of strength and will
Would surely go to the princess;
No matter the queen’s skill
She knew she could not win this.
But her method was set,
One sure to succeed,
And the safest bet
With which to proceed.
Now don't condemn
The queen’s decision,
The princess may have seemed a gem
But she really was more than met one’s vision.
See, the princess was a vampire,
Just as her mother,
And no matter her friendly desires,
Her potential for destruction was like no other.
The queen, of course, was not cruel.
She knew the heir was kind.
So the poisoned apple was just a tool
To shut down the princess’ mind.
She would sleep and dream
And know no worry;
Never would she age or scheme,
Staying instead pure for eternity.
And so the queen went,
Disguised as an old woman;
And the heir did seek to accept
An apple from the lady’s bosom.
Not a moment after she fell,
Never to be conscious again
Under the effects of the queen’s spell.
Or so she thought for then.
Before anything else could be done
The seven dwarves arrived.
Seeing the princess was so far gone,
They immediately assumed she had died.
This angered the dwarves greatly
So they turned to attack the queen;
Not knowing she was more than an old lady,
They pushed her off a cliff edge green.
The dwarves then mourned their princess
Who had been more than fair.
They built her a diamond sarcophagus
Where her body would never fall to disrepair.
Then, with the work done,
The dwarves stood silent guard:
Going, one by one,
They each kept vigil across the yard.
Until one day the bells’ results came;
A neighboring prince had been sent
To try and save the day,
And he had to the princess went.
He looked upon the dwarves in awe
Of their continued care.
He promised to work to thaw
And make the princess aware.
So the prince bent to her lips,
Thoughts and mind racing,
Intending first a kiss,
The most famed antidote basing.
To his surprise it took,
And the princess opened her eyes,
But gentle she did not any longer look
As she sucked the prince dry.
The princess did not age,
Nor seem to change at all in sleep,
But she dreamed inside her gilded cage
And dark thoughts to her mind did creep.
And when the princess awoke
She no longer felt kind.
Firm as a long-lived holm oak
Began the reign of Snow White.
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