The Queen
so fair
the mirror bright
it says her name
but thinks
Snow White

For evil lies
in heart so black
and nothing
will
it stay

Her beauty reigns
in castle tall
but hidden
dark
behind
its walls

Lie spells
and magic
as dark as night
with gloom
and death
no
nothing s  right

For she
the Queen
of darkness all
rules by death
and magic
pall

She questions the mirror
again this day
Who is the fairest
Who is?
I say!

My queen,  you are the fairest now
no one compares
nor,  you allow
for beauty runs
beyond skin deep
and in these things
the blackness keep
but yes,  behold
you are most fair
your beauty
reigns supreme

The Queen looked puzzled
at the vow
but thought not much
not then   but now
for all she saw
was that to see
her beauty great
oh, that
it be

And went to hall
where knights bowed down
and subjects groveled
all around
and gawked and looked
her beauty fair
for she
was much
to see

Her body tight
her skin so pure
her eyes so blue
like deep azure
and hair so black
like heart not seen
a face so fair
quite like
a dream

But deep within
that heart of stone
lived the hell
that she called home
for jealous to
an inch of life
let none oppose
lest die
in strife

with poisoned eyes
and poisoned spells
and poisoned potions
from poisoned wells
her evil vision
could  see thru stone
this Queen
who rules
this Land

And so the days
turned into night
and time passed on
which each dawn s  light
and sent her armies
far and wide
until she ruled
all countrysides

And all did homage
to this Queen
who broke her enemies
through force
and scheme
For none could stand
against her now
Her powers
Stood all tests

Now mirror, mirror
on the wall
Who is the fairest
Of us all?
Who rules the land
Who rules from hell
Who casts bold spells
That none can quell?

T is you,   my queen
Who is most fair
With azure eyes
And flowing hair
But Snow White lives
and now grows tall
her beauty deep
will be your fall
For when she turns
but twenty one
Your life will end
Your reign undone
And Prince from far
will take your Land
their love
will make her queen!

The Queen turned black
Her rage drew flames
She screamed with hate
at Snow White s
name
and vowed to cut
pure heart from breast
Until that s done
I shall not rest!

And ran to Hall
her knights, they bowed
and brought the huntsman
from where
t was found
and ordered him
that very day
to seek Snow White
who he would slay
and cut her heart
from beating breast
and place it then
in small jeweled
chest

Then bring her heart
that I can see
that Snow White s death
is sure!!

The huntsman thought to ask
but why
But knew to ask
Then he
would die
so simply bowed
with fist to chest
to do her bidding
on this
black quest

So left the Hall
and then set out
to obey his
evil Queen

He d heard Snow White
her beauty, true
did live near woods
where not . . . he knew
but searched the lands
until one day
he heard her name
Snow White
they say

Is purer than an evening star
her smile warms
from near and far
and hair so black
and lips so red
with perfect body
is what
they said

And there she was
in clearing light
her smile shown
her eyes were bright
and pure as pure
a gentle stream
no hint of bad
no stroke of mean

She looked at him
as he approached
his blade came out
he grabbed her throat
but then her goodness
overcame
he dropped the knife
his hands went
lame

Oh, Princess . . . forgive!
For you are, so fair
I cannot harm
one precious hair
You are so pure
you are so good
I see why she wants you
dead.

And then the huntsman told her all
And Snow White turned
an ashen pall
Now hide – or die
as quick can be
I ll slay a pig
for Queen
to see
For if she ever finds the truth
we ll both pay
with our lives!

And deep the forest did she go
where fainted dead
in morning snow
and seven dwarfs did
find her there
and took her to their home

And there she lived
for most three  years
their steadfast love
quelled all her fears
until one day
the Queen arrived
with apple in her
hand

And dwarfs were gone
she could not see
the evil witch
that Queen could be
and took a bite
and felt the death
but cried one time
to dwarfs in west

They heard her cry
thru forest and trees
and grabbed their weapons
and ran with speed
and saw the Queen
and cut her down
and cried aloud  . . .
at what they found

Snow White lay dead
upon the snow
yet still in death
she held a glow
so pure her beauty
so pure her heart
they could not accept
they could not part
so built a box of glass so fair
and placed her in
with loving care
and in a clearing
for all to see
her beauty never
waned

And years they passed
until one day
she d be twenty one
or so . . . all say
and on that day
a Prince so bold
who heard the tale
that many told
and rode on horse
into the clear
and lifted glass
and pressed her near

For he was great
and magic, too
and in his heart
he always knew
that he would find her
on that day
and kissed the lips
swept death
away

And watched her color
begin to grow
her eyes they opened
at first    so slow
for love had triumphed
where death had not
as all around
dwarfs cheered

And took her to his land
as queen
and joined their lands
and those
between
and all rejoiced
and all was well
for the Land
was now
at peace

[epilog:]

Oh, mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who is the fairest
Of them all?
 

copyright 2012 by jon gutmacher

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