For it was Snow White that did suggest, this crime so gruesome and grand.
Good friends hugged for the last time, before Snow White took the apple.
Just as the bell tolled its midday chime, from the town's small chapel.
Bringing the fruit to her red stained lips, a slight smile wavering there.
Her hand on the table in a firm grip, beautiful eyes filled with despair.
Teeth sinking deep into the tender fruit, the poison spilling out.
Snow White fulfilling her deadly pursuit, life gone without a doubt.
The old witch came at Snow White's request, a blood red apple in her hand.
For it was Snow White that did suggest, this crime so gruesome and grand.



























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