The Enchanted Apple

Walking through the woods, enchanted and tall, I came across an apple tree, huge in full form Closer and closer, I gaze and I stare At all of its splendour, no branch was left bare Reaching out a hand, I stretch and I lean Trying to pick an apple, that’s red and not green Stretching and straining, I nearly trip up One more attempt now, my eyes wide shut Step backwards do I, again and again Looking down at my hand, what did it contain? Shiny in colour, lustrous and red If I am Snow White, will I end up dead? I gaze at the apple, lean in take a bite, I hope and I pray, this isn’t goodnight Confusion consumes me, I descend into dream But where is my prince, oh what does this mean? Time has now passed, a week or a year? I’m trapped in my dream, I shed a small tear Hoping and praying, each day just the same Then one day my prince, he’s here look he came