Short Fantasylife Poems

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~