The End of Snow White

With flowing winds The bright blue sky caress The dress that was to be hers Now she lays there Unaware, life has been unkind An apple she ate, sickness and fear Those were the last things she would hear Friends were many, they loved her dear Mostly men that would appear To say their good bys To mourn and some cry Even in death, awaiting true loves Soft supple kiss’s to awaken her From the curse of a life that has been unkind Waiting ~ For The Fantasy Contest~