#snowwhite
Snow White
A princess pure
The Evil Queen
With a trap to lure
But what if Snow White
Was not what she seemed
And darkness lurked
Within her dreams?
What if the Evil Queen
Her stepmother
Was not as terrible
As we tell one another?
Why do we twist
The stories so?
Hiding their meanings
In tales of woe?
Perhaps indeed
We tell the truth
Or maybe, just maybe
They're unfounded roots
So what really happened
To White as Snow?
And what of the Queen
Her only foe?
Guess what
My readers dear
No one knows
And so they fear
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
In the tomb, it reeked of rot, of mold, of cold—
a crypt where time gnawed silent, slow, and sure.
Through years of thirst and famine’s cruel hold,
my flesh dissolved, my bones lay bare and poor.
The glass turned black with filth, with creeping blight,
rust ate the chains—one snapped, its strength undone.
The dwarves, who forged them, never reckoned right
how time kills everything and everyone.
The cave breathed hush. Just water’s hollow chime,
drop after drop, on stones no light could warm.
There, at the threshold, steeped in grime and time,
a sleeper waited for the spell to swarm.
Then came the knight—a bride in steel, in flame—
her shadow pooled where no light dared to tread.
She knelt, her lips a breath away from mine,
her voice a spark to raise me from the dead:
Then kiss me, Snow White. Let the curse be cleft—
I’ll rise the third dawn, under Pilate’s hand,
or Charles’, or any other power left,
that rules this land.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
The world reflects everything
from everyone, but luckily
we see very little of it
Except, unfortunately, the queen
who gains in beauty every day
But young men don't see it
They shout: the princess
is more beautiful - their fantasy
of daily pleasure, a dream
of effortlessly becoming king
So Helen does not trust herself
She looks in the mirror
that lies a false truth
she walks to the lake
(guards follow her remotely)
Her eyes search the water
her lips talk to the wash of the waves
her hands reach for a golden fish
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 3:37 AM UTC
I must steal Harold’s purple crayon
And build myself a brand-new town
No king or paper bag princess
It will be me who wears the crown.
I shall draw myself a forest
And begin the stories anew
Word of the Fair Queen’s fame will spread
And chaos will ensue.
In order to reach my kingdom
You must first prove your worth
I cannot be reached by sea or sky
You must travel over the earth.
Through the forest is your only hope
To gain such fortune and fame
Marry the Queen and rule the kingdom
If you can survive the game.
You must follow Little Red Riding Hood
As far and as fast as you can
Steer clear of Jack and his beanstalk
Do not trust the Ginger Bread Man.
Snow White’s cabin is to the north
Goldilocks lives to the west
Hansel and Gretel will offer you food
Beware, this is a test.
The Three Little Pigs are plagued
By the Big Bad Wolf of lore
But even he is nothing compared
To the curse Sleeping Beauty bore
**** n Boots and Robin Hood
Will save you just one time
Dare to steal the Goose’s Golden eggs
And you will be punished for your crime.
If you manage to defy the odds
And make it through alive
I shall take your hand and under our rule
The kingdom will grow and thrive.
You must understand it isn’t personal, darling
When I slip the poison into your canteen
I miss my game, and nobody can be
More powerful than the crooked fair Queen.
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
Her neck, I remember
was a round ivory tower
not too short, not too long
Snow-white skin
Snow White her name
Who would not love her!
Oh, her shoulders, firm
and soft her arms and legs
round ******* and hips
straight back, perfect beauty
Magic mirror on the wall
who is beloved by all?
We all wished to know her
and hear words from her mouth
that bear witness to our existence
If she was only there
then I could hope
to love her someday
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 3:19 AM UTC
At this point I am absolutely aware
Birds have nibbled the whole trail
Of crumbs scattered loosely behind me
For you to follow and for you to find me
Nothing is worth measuring time
Dusk to dawn to candles burning out
Candles being blown out surrounded
By people and laughter and nothing
A dream found damaged and gathered
In my basket while on a visit to grandma
Heart ripe red and silver spoon fed to you
Only to become the evil queen at the end
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
Whisper vices in your ear
While I paint you in virtues
There you are, my poison apple
Shining with a red of bloodiest hues
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
I adore the crispness of an apple,
Thin, breakable skin
Encasing **** flesh,
Hiding danger in small doses.
Its dewy, red skin,
Could ****** anyone -
From Eve to Snow-White.
A bite and you're done for.
It's a dangerous fruit
To get from a stranger.
A witch in disguise,
An old lady,
Or God.
But you?
You didn't offer me apples.
You offered a single pomegranate,
Hard to crack open,
But hides dozens of nectar-filled seeds.
A single one won't do the trick,
So why not have some?
Just a little.
You?
You opened it,
Wide and inviting,
And watched me get
Addicted to the unsuspected,
To the soft and juicy insides.
You?
You watched me count the seeds,
Almost obsessing over
The delicateness of each one.
Blessing you,
Praising you,
Before biting into one seed,
Or two,
Or a dozen,
Or ten thousand.
And I?
I followed the pomegranate's many, many seeds
Feeding and feasting
Right from your hands.
Finding pleasure in the poison,
Innocently falling captive,
Taking the bait,
As you march me straight to hell.
It was too late when I realized,
Apples are for witches,
Pomegranates are for worse.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
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It comes anytime,
like a blowing breeze,
tenderly caressing,
but.....invading;
it creeps in, and
softens the toughened,
this breeze of fragility
makes ****** tissues
indispensable.
some days,
a *playful little girl
steers a paper boat
on a big basin of water,*
plays with dogs...watching
spiders weaving webs, perching
birds and butterflies, pretending
they are dwarf friends...while
munching a red, crisp apple, like
snow white.....playful, sleepy,
and.....forgiving.
on an undaunted mood,
wonder woman determinedly
crosses her gauntlet-wrapped
forearms...to protect loved ones
and in so doing, makes possible
the impossible,
come hell or high water
some days, a blend of all three
occurs, but, the child and the brave,
try to rule over the fragile...me,
every day.....is an adventure...
Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 26, 2020
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
What if the character of Snow White was as black as ebony ?
What if the heart of Snow White was as cold as snow ?
What if the nature of Snow White was red in tooth and claw ?
With her hair as black as ebony , lips as red as rose and skin as white as snow , would Snow White still be then called as
beautiful as the light of the day and fairest of all ?
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the falsest of them all?
It seems to be,
it must be me.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
you were forbidden to eat,
yet one look at your crisp red skin sent me into ecstasy
instead of sinking my teeth into your imagined taste like i was tempted to,
i instead took the role of protecting my dear ones from your poison
this task made me keen and aware to your attempts,
of emulating a sweet apple for them and i to eat
despite the graceful attempts to resist tasting you,
i did take a careful bite
only to find out,
you weren't the poison everyone had warned me about
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Why am I
Still concerned
With being
The fairest of them all?
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
apple of the eye,
red lip with a poisoned kiss,
peonies for the dead.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
I loved you.
_Yes, I did._
But I should’ve known better than to have believed the web of lies you sprouted at me. I should’ve known better than to believe your “I love you.”
_Why did I take that bite from the apple, if only I had known it was poisoned._
My mother warned me about strangers with blue eyes walking down the street. She said that was why she was protecting me.
_I should've never let down my golden hair, if only I had known._
It didn’t have to wait until the clock struck 12:00 midnight for it to happen; bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I’ll have to hand it to you, you really had me fooled.
_You were never Charming, I needed to be my own Prince._
I’m stuck in a timeless blank, neither moving forward nor back, a canvas that has not been painted yet and sadness is the only color I know.
_I’m afraid I don’t have much patience to wait for a 100 years for true love’s first kiss._
A thousand times you tore my walls down, tore me apart and even when I’m at a chokehold, I thought it was still love.
_Maybe I was a fool to have thought there was beauty in the beast._
I traded my heart for something temporary, I lost my voice just to let you step all over me, and some part of me hates that I’d still let you if we were to try all over again.
_I’ve become the foam of bubbles lost in the sea because I couldn’t hurt you the way you hurt everyone._
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
She said
" The story you told them was incomplete,
You did not tell them how did I feel. "
But darling,
Every story would remain incomplete in this light,
Because you're the victim of your story
And I am of mine.
Even the Evil Queen has something to say
But all we know is the story of Snow White.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
The Evil Stepmother sent her away,
from Queen of the castle to Queen of the hay.
A servant of beauty to Master's dismay,
all because she thought she had to repay.
The Stepmother wanted her out of the way,
and the trust in the Huntsman he sure did betray.
Alone in the woods to the calls of blue jays,
she soon found a house and stood in the doorway.
The Dwarves soon arrived and did shock they convey,
but welcomed Snow White as she'd made a buffet.
Together a friendship as she had runaway,
until one day that wicked Witch led her astray.
Many times she came throwing the animals in a disarray,
then one day Snow was alone because the Dwarves were delay.
The Queen was excited until the next day,
when she tumbled down and died, but there was no time for hurray.
A prince came along to a bright sun's rays,
and soon enough the Prince was Snow's new fiance.
The dwarves were awarded and were asked to stay,
they did and made statues for the palace out of clay.
Yet the Queen's corpse under the stones it does lay,
the fungi growing around and the skin brown with decay.
Her legacy is black and the children do say,
"The Black Witch is dead, her Mirror in the lake; hurray!"
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
She was the fairest of them all.
After she ran away from the ****** queen's brother
She found the seven dwarfs, took care of her
But they want her eyes, so their neck, she sliced
Stabbed the old woman who gave her apple
Now in her hands are rope
Place it on the prince's neck and *****
Tounge tying his lips on her dummy's course
She found it so gross!
She's Snow White, not pure at all
But still, she is the fairest of them all.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
Face as pale as snow, hair like ebony, and lips red;
Red as the blood pricked from the dainty finger which bled
From the waters of a treacherous womb, the fairest one of all was born
To compassionate father, the King, and wicked ***** the Queen; forlorn
By the news from mystic mirrors vile with dark knowledge, the fairest one of all
She would be the one to rule them all beneath a gentle rule; herald of the Queen’s fall.
Though the insidious murmurs of her Mirror, upset the Queen, she did not remain
“Forlorn” for long. No, she used the time to gather magics, beneath the sane
Façade and the façade of tears when it became known the King had died
Her daughter, grown to ten and four years, to be moved off of her head
Then the Queen, the Queen alone, would have beauty and power.
To her throne room, did the Queen invite a Huntsman upon the hour
In which was meant to mourn the good man’s loss
The soul of the King immortalised in bronze wherein sickly moss
Did grow, a dour shawl that did crawl around his eyes
Much like his mistress who for fourteen years did feed him arsenic and lies.
“Take her heart so I may feast upon it; proof of her death,” did instruct the Queen
Unto her henchman, the Huntsman, she did instruct and he left. The sheen
Of determination emanated from him, illuminating his understanding that would turn.
Into the forest, he did chase the Princess until he cornered her; looming over her,
Her beauty sing sweet sorrow upon whimpering lips and a charismatic curse
Was laid upon the huntsman’s eyes
And from that, he could take no lives
So, he felled a boar and fed the heart to the Queen.
But the flesh upon her tongue, it did not taste it ought to mean.
The Princess fled further into the forest and happened upon a melancholic hut
That housed seven dwarves, wary folk at first but
Upon hearing the Princess’ begging, they let her stay and for them,
She cleaned their abode and once cleaned, the Huntsman’s deception came clean also
And so, the Queen grew vengeful and spurned a deep spell to **** her daughter, so
She travelled into the forest and disguised herself with the clothes of hags
A poor, poor hag in need of money – money for an apple red as blood
The Princess, fooled and compassionate, took from a hand with rancid skin that sags.
A single, crisp bite was all it took for the Princess with lips of blood and face of snow
To perish, from her hand the poisoned apple withered and in a glass box the dwarves laid
Her to rest, her final rest, and from her porcelain hand the apple tumbled,
And with that echoic fall, the Queen rose once more: beauty, fame, power: she has it all.
And for the existence of such a miraculous corpse to prove true, rumour became myth
And myth inspired Prince to go out and search for the truth clouded in mist
Within a deep, damp forest run foul with monstrous foliage, the Prince found her
He found her with the one of ivory face and scarlet lips; hair in inky curls
From her glass casket, he removed the lid and his decency; assailed by
The perfume of ever youthful flowers, he leaned down next to her and with a gentle lie
He told himself she was asleep. That’s all she was: a peaceful, deathly sleep;
And upon those perk, scarlet lips, he gave her a kiss that was deep.
Tongue within her cold, rotting mouth.
He kissed her and he kissed her thorough, hoping his warm breath would breathe life
Into this long-dead corpse; perfect as though blood remained in motion in her vein
But from her glass coffin, the Princess did not stir so the Prince’s ghastly act was in vain
With the back of his hand, he smeared her memory and the myth remained myth.
The poor Princess was laid to her rest, her final rest, in a glass coffin; a perfect corpse
A corpse that did not wither;
A corpse with blood red lips, hair of ebony, and skin snow white.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
Follow the rabbit he will take you to happiness
Do not be late, do not miss that date
You could get lost in a sea of confusion
You would be deceived by the ostensible outlook
You could go fetch seven little men
You could be the fairest of them all
Beware of the deep and everlasting sleep
You would be deceived by the apple's red color
Worry about the petals, they are falling so quickly
He will be stuck that forever if you cannot make him love you
Keep an eye on the rose, it is far too beautiful to let go
You will be deceived by the appearance of a beast
Stuck in a tower, do not ever look down
Grow out your hair past the tall brick walls
Spot a good man, make him rescue your heart
You would be deceived by the family relations
Cleaning the bathroom, making the bed
Sneak out to town, be invited to a dance
"Fairy Godmother, please just give me once chance"
You would be deceived by the loss of one shoe
So waiting, I am waiting for an answer to come
Looking for one man to be the one that I want
A fairy-tale ending is nothing I am after
For I would be deceived by the misinterpretations of the story
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
she stay awake but the giant want her to sleep
the sun has already rising and get high in the earth
an arrow through to her chest
get the red suit in her heart
maybe she's death because she's not moving at all
the anger of the giant obsess in the cage
the animals runaway and hide
he said "so here i go again, losing her again"
seven dwarfs who walk around the cage heard
and one by one coming close to the cage
they shock and cry because they knew the girl
the giant said "im sorry, i cant protect her"
the dwarfs understand and said to the giant
they little bit screaming "its okay, she's runaway from our home because she feel no one looking at her.
so she coming to you who can look after her"
that case make the dwarfs and the giant get along
thanks to you snow white and rest in peace
your kindness would always remembered
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
Eve shared it and
Condemned human kind.
Newton felt it and
Changed the world's mind.
Snow White tasted it and
Proved love at first sight.
Turing used it and
Left the world behind.
That is how
I realized
It was me, who
Gave you the power
To change
Or ruin
My life.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
After my so-called Prince Charming kissed me to life
My story ended, and no one thought twice
My life was what every girl envied
But nobody saw us behind closed doors
I was the princess and he was the prince, doesn't that sound nice?
Too bad there's no such thing as a happy ending, unless you pay the price.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC