Beauty uncovered upon the pristine child
Mother loved her dear
Mother protects from fear
Mother shield from sheer
Despising daisy that bloomed upon the highlighting moon
Shinning soul consumed by the witch,
Human camoflouged it's devious nature
Blaming witch under her skin
Really her human soul gluttony it has filled
Her web of honesty lighter than the strings of hypocrisy.
Set her slithering tongue upon the child
Jealousy sparked murder under the devilish night
Covered her wings of pity with poisonous thorns
Spiking the mother with spears of spite
Turned for next victim
Fortunate to the child
For she run towards the woods of dwarfs
Sleep in their cottage
Seeking some courage
Fearing the worst
Her bloody heart served on the evil human witch plate.
Morning awoke and found herself flooded with birds
Chirping and chanting the sweet sorrow of mother's death
Known to her knowledge
The child wept until the little fairies awoke
Comforting her with trust
Healing her worries and sorrow
Strengthing her with spite
For the human who battered her mother's soul
Now laying within the throne
Now laying underground
Within her grave
'I love thee, my sweet child'
Last sentence until homicide viciously slit her throat
Death came too soon
Missed her much
And her justice must be complete.
Armed with revenge
Covered with bullets
Ready for war
Ready for the battle
Come out enemy
You foe
Waited long enough
Must eliminate the murder of my mother
Bleeding soul
Furious heart
Raging storms
Hovering inside my mind
Spiteful blood
Burning my guts
Ready to fight.
Where may her weapon be?
An apple
Hopeless human
Ready for your death
You serpent beneath human's shield,
The Apple bleeds?
The Apple of deceit
My heart bleeds
Will this be my end?
Must insert the poison within her guts
Before my death
Reach for the spear
Forced the spear
Through her ribs
Her soul
Her end.
'Lets die together you foe
Your vodoo revolts my death
But I shall perish your form
You must die
You must... die
You...
Must...
Die...
Justice for mother...
Mother I will come to greet you
Mother...
Mother...'
The maiden warrior's death
Finished the witch
Finally she had wept
For now she meets her mother
Towards the end,
Witch she may be
But human her form takes
Deceitful powers run through her blood
She may take the disguice of the serpent
But human she is.
*the poem as you see from the title is based on the Apple of snow white. However instead of a Prince saving snow white she dies but she kills the witch for the defence of her mother. Again I welcome analysis of this poem and ways I could improve my poetry skills as that is how I will improve over time. Creating better content.
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