(The following work is a story told in a poem. The classic tale of Snow white and the seven dwarfs, and Alice in Wonderland are connected and the plots are changed with new twist. This story is inspired by many incidents and other things)
Dark roses fell on the blanket of snow
Three drops of blood embellish the beauty below
The eyes of a mother that could only hold so much
Wished upon the light of pure touch
For a child with lips colored of red blood
Hair like the darkness flood
And skin as pure as brightest light
Soon a graceful daughter sure please the sight
The mother's soul soon left the child
But the King raised her with the mouth that smiled
Not for long all the happiness last
For the Evil Mother came with a dark vast
Her daughter although was pure as snow
She wedded the King for a show
Evil had now poisoned the good King
Joy was only a temporary gift, pain was what she could bring
The girls grew in beauty and grace
Each fell in love with a prince was the new case
Evil Mother knew what they did not
Two similar faces was the true plot
The queen's daughter thought she was robbed of her first love
By the mesmerizing beauty of the Snow White dove
Vengeance was all that she desire
Perfect for the Evil Mother to build a dark fire
Many ways to go but none that pleased
Poisoned apple was the only one that eased
At the end the two true identities came
Evil Mother was the one they blamed
The trusted huntsmen was given a chore
A heart of a dead animal was asked for
The evil Mother was pleased to see the ripped out heart
Proud of her daughter, if only she could see the dark art
A push, and through the mirror was the mother sent
Wonderland is where her time will be spent,
The girls married in pure white gowns
Joy and happiness spread through the towns
The Queen of Hearts is what the mother became
One crushed and nine bleeding hearts she claim
Six belonging to the loyal servers of the table and ashes of King Adam
Two of the charming prince, who do as whispered to their hearts by Madam
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Short StoryI am hoping this turns into a collection of short stories (maybe even pomes). I am not a day to day active writer. I write when the pages call me to decorate them. This wont have a specific genera or writing style.There wont be a specific theme to t...
