She stares at the Blood in the pure white Snow,
She tries so hard, but she can NOT let go.
His Love, inadequite. Hate compels her to run.
The two Hearts beat, but she feels they are one.
Oh how she longs to give Birth,
To bring her own Infant onto this Earth.
Lips like fine Rubies, Hair black as Night,
A Child is bourne, in the Snow, oh so bright.
A dying Bride stolen by Slumber's Abyss,
A Baby awaits in sweet innocent Bliss.
Father searches not, his Afflictions elsewhere,
He worries not, He continues his Affair.
"Who is the fairest?", the black Heart sings,
"Tis she who steals the Lust of the Kings."
Day after Day, her will satiated,
The Mirror lies not, it's Words not negated.
Seven Tymes, the Earth circles the Sun,
Beauty and Age, her Dilemma has begun.
"Who is the fairest?", Echos the Whore,
"Tis she who was bourne from his Snow, Blood, and Gore."
"That Bitch must be slain, her Life I'll deprive,
Lest he find out, his Daughter survived."
No Weapon at Hand, it glides through the Night,
Bane hunts for it's Prey, In search of Sneau Whyte.
In the desolate Forest, it is not alone,
Angels guide the Way for the accursed Drone.
Pure Evil speaks in a voice so deep,
"To gain her Beauty, her Temple you must eat!"
Into a Cottage, it slips vainly plotting,
It digs it's Nails deep, the young Body allotting.
It writhes in Pain, it has been discovered,
Seven little Men, it's Organs uncovered.
A Child's pure Body spitefully maimed,
Jealousy aided, a Whore her to claim.
An animate Queen's Cries for help soon deprived,
Her delicious screams muzzled, her Majesty cooked alive.
Author notes
Honestly I don't like using Words like "Bitch". I don't like the Meanings it can infer, but I think it helped add Emotion to this one...
A contest entry
- TwIsTeD DeMenTeD FaIrYtAlEs by Still Standing.
550 points, ended November 25, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is so fantastic! I love how vivid this all is! It plays our in my head so well! I love how you piece everyone's relations together. Also I think it'd be interesting if you took it ever FURTHER! like maybe she eats the majesty to gain her beauty or something, make it even more twisted...! Ahh this is AMAZING!
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You have created a marvelously twisted demented tale of blood, death, sex, and gore. Who could ask for more? LOL I like the way you spelled Sneau Whyte it stands out even more. Your skill as a horror writer leaves one breathless waiting for more. I hope there’s a continuation in the work. Good luck in the contest. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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one of the best so far i do have to say, i love it..gosh this tale used to scare me to death when i was small.
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Deliciously Demented!
this is a beautifully written deliciously demented poem, that drips of blood and gore. Really twisted take on snow white, it seems she didn't even make pass infancy thats what I got from which makes it even more twisted. And the fact she was born to the witch, is also my take on it! mm mm good !GREAT JOB!
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