Blizzard

Stairs squeak silently as Snow sneaks down. The Queen questions thoughts as she loses her crown. The King’s gone away as everything goes wrong. Laughing out loud as the birds sing their songs. An apple a day should keep the Queen far away. Her blood red lips deceive all those who stay. As sweet as she seems, the mask hides the truth. But nothing will matter, she’s just in her youth. The mirror lies again, damaging people near. Every word it says will start to shed a tear. Don’t cry, dear Snow. The mirror’s full of lies. Back at the start was the awaiting surprise.