Frowns of sorrow raise,
No one stands to praise
Joy merging with the carnage
Warriors trapped in their own cage
Fleeting maidens seek out aid
While souls turn dark and start to fade

A kingdom crumbles to dust
Fir the king could not contain his lust
Which lead to a witch crowned queen?
She who is never truly seen…

He mistook her as a truthful wife,
Even though she was destined to take his life,
A stab to the chest and betrayal occurred
Yet, his death was not enough to cause her black heart to be cured

Still old and weak,
She saw a frightened tear run down a little girls’ cheek

Her black hair, pale skin and red lips screamed beauty
The witch walked over and explained her death was her duty

A scream echoed through the hollow halls,
Blood smeared and stained these dreaded walls

For, her skin as pale as snow,
Her body still in need to grow,
Her hair so dark yet it seemed to shine
And her red lips glistened against the light, as if to say, “I’ll be fine.”