Snow White's Omen
Once upon a time…
A woman crossed a path,
Where a life of hers was to change,
And make a lucky prince happily gasp.
A day it was, blue and gay,
That she was to finally meet her fate
Eyes of blue, skin white as snow,
And hair the color of moonless night
She walked along a path and met a house,
Glowing with a pretty bright light
A witch it was who claimed to grow,
Apples sweet as the soft summer blows
Snow White, she pleaded,
Eat with me, for i cannot commit the sins
Of unforgiveable greed
But an omen was born into that young moment,
When a small bird perched on the cold cold oven
It nibbled a bit, grew stiff and slow
And fell over into the basket, neat and woven,
and full of red apples
Snow White thanked the small frail bird
Who gave sacrifice to extend her dear life
She turned to the witch, politely declined
And once more
she carried on the chores for the seven
Dwarfs,
until her time was met its core.