Snow White

To the woman with skin as white as snow

Lips as red as blood

And hair as black as night

Know that you are beautiful

Pray that you are unafraid;

For as pale her presence as your skin

Thirst as red as your lips

And soul black as your hair

Your queen, she sees and lives and thrives

On countless whims, hearts and lives

Brittle conscience, wit-less numb

The perfect prince, his scent surround

Succulent flesh, blood as sweet

A horseless carriage at dawn to greet;

O plain mirror donned the wall

Whom shall she meet and when shall he fall

The spire throne upon skulls well bred

The queen immortalis shall raise the dead

The End

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