Here's a poem I wrote almost two years ago...kind of a dark look on Snow White...Enjoy
White pillows covered in lace
Black roses in a crystal vase
White blankets pure as snow
Black candles burning down low
Her face is as pale as moonlight
Her soul is black like midnight
Her gown, the color of white so pure
Her thoughts, dark and filled with torture
They call her a saint
If they really knew her, they'd faint
To be an angel, they say, is her fate
Her heart is filled with hate
Her face is beautiful
Her mind is terrible
Pure on the outside
Stained on the inside
And they call her Snow White
Hope you like it!! Reviews welcome...