Some day,
my prince will come
waiting here in the Forrest
along with seven little men
who saved me from the harm and hunter
That will forever hunt me
You tell me
I thought when the hunter set me free
then I wuld be free
From my chains of my evil mother
but alone in the Forrest
Yet I wait for you to come and rescue me
I ran into the forrest
And encountered a house
With seven beds and seven names
Back home my stepmother
always asked the
mirror on our wall
Who was the prettiest woman
in land and country near?
The mirror always answered
" The beauty and fairest of them all...
That is Snowhite "
With skin like ebony
hair black like ivory
and lips like the red rose"
She ordered the hunter to kill me
and bring my heart back in a box
The Hunter brought me to the forrest
Set me free and told me run far far away
There's only one, and he's got the key
But we are two worlds apart
In my glass coffin
I feel like I'm locked tight
tied up inside
like a wounded angry beast
Some day, my prince will come for me
Tell me,
Some day he will come for me
YOU ARE READING
Fairytale poetry.
PoetryFairytale poetry. fictional poetry inspired by Grimm and H.C Andersen, russian fairytales, slavic fairytales and many other myths and legends from around the world. In some chapters I used several books as inspiration. If I have it will be mention...
