Black Fairy Tale

A girl named Snow,
With skin of White,
Lips plucked red,
Holy raven amongst death.

Her mother as fair,
Neither white nor black.
Named as Queen,
For the bed she shares alone.

Seven souls dot her window,
Dwarvish dolls strewn fate,
Each hacked, severed, stitched,
Hate set in each living eye.

She murmurs a chant,
With name and hair.
She calls a curse,
Marked on royalty.

Out comes an apple,
From boiling cauldron,
Exchange is tossed,
Grumpy's final gambit.

Six souls remain.

So she offers to mother,
Whom she hates above all,
Poisoned fruition,
To curse her kingdom.

With a violent smack,
Of ingestion's finest,
Queen falls dead,
Her heart lay unbeating.

With skin as white as snow,
Lips as red as blood.
Hair as black as night,
Come to us our dear Snow White.