Snow White's Serenade

Gallant hair as black as night

Sure of wind as it takes flight

With wondrous grace she rides away

Bloodred lips, skin snowy white

Poison apple comes to play

Will she see another day?

As she falls, love close yet far

Her snowy skin as cold as clay

A whisper and kiss will jar

Her from her sleep afar

For true love, it will prevail

Under Myriads of Stars

The End

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