Random Poems

Poison Apple

They said that I always look angry
That my face should be hidden in shadow.
Overpowered by the girl white as the moon
And red exotic lips. To make the mixture of elements
Congeal in the boil,
Black as her hair. Let the curse rip 
And at last, pour over the apple.

The mirror knows all that is hidden on the moon
But the mirror cannot see how angry
That I have become, claws ready to rip
Into the next Hunter that falls to shadow.
So now it's time to let my skin boil
To become something new. Elements
Create the weapon, the apple.

So lets say I am the one in the shadow
Hiding in plain sight. Using the elements
Of magic to trick even the moon. 
Allow the new identity rip
Open grey hairs and wrinkles and a protruding boil
Will make the disguise true and angry
Looking. All I need now is an apple.

I have had enough of the angry
Jealousy that keeps me up with the moon.
I am ready to end this, even if I must rip
Out her heart myself. Come out of the shadow
And let it set free. Kill the girl, leave her in the elements.
My vanity and hatred coming to a boil,
As Snow White bites into the poison apple.