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~
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