Spells can be undone,
a misfortune made gladness;
a battle victory doesn't always
win the war.
I lay there,
growing cold,
embraced by death-
intoxicating rigidity taking hold;
and still, there was time.
Time to fight for the life
you can't undo,
and the shadows you dispense;
candy apples tainted death-
no-one would ever expect.
But I'm here with the evidence
of evil overgrown beauty,
and your trial awaits you
in a court of penetrating truth.
{I dare you to hide}
Author notes
http://tazmo.deviantart.com/art/Sour-Aples-108214604
Snow White's revenge on her evil stepmother. 
A contest entry
- 30-80 Creative Words please... by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended January 22, 2009, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ooo that kinda built to a foreboding place.. a trial awaiting! Fascinating and great take on the prompt.
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Thanks.
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might wanna get this written
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Oh yeah, I'd better. I'll get to it as soon as my business test is done! Thanks.
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