This apple you bestow to me

This is beauty, all you can see

Victory you crave 

How could you be so brave

As to sentence me to death 

Beauty is only skin deep 

Leave me here to die and they may weep 

Nothing left for you to gain 

Give them all a hatred pain 

How many have you slain 

You fear how your beauty may wane 

This apple is to not meet me teeth 

It is I that will not fall beneath 

Until the end of time

A perfect rhyme 

I'll let you know

How far my beauty will go