The Huntswoman

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who’s the fairest of them all

Holding beauty in your hand

Who’s the fairest in the land

 

Skin white as snow

Hair raven black

Lips red as a rose

A knife stabbed in your back

 

For beauty isn’t the only thing that matters

The heart is stronger than looks

Her hand is faster than a hummingbird

For a heart it took

 

Sleep was cast upon her

Until a prince should come

But even that did not hold her

The dwarven hearts now numb

 

Nothing could stop the wrath

Or the lust for blood

Because Snow White’s reign

Has only just begun