Snow White still lives
she thought with a frown.
She still has a heart, white as her name.
Still pure. Still innocent.
Oh this won't do she thought.
Her heart and mind must be left to rot.
It must be darkened.
It must be ruined.
True love can't prevail for her.
She got everything I wanted.
She took it from me.
And she will pay.
But not death, no never death.
That fate is much to good for her.
I'll take her heart,
strong in love.
And make it dark.
I will turn it into coal.
It will be as dark and hard as mine is.
If not, then it will be darker.
I will not let her get her happy ending.
Her name is White,
and she embodies those traits.
Her very presence sickens me to the core.
She acts with such innocence
she talks with such purity.
It will never do, never ever do at all.
She will be turned dark.
And I will be the only one left.
I will be the only one left with happiness.
Her name might be Snow.
But soon it will be filled with dirt.
And stained with crimson blood.
The broken glass thrown at me
will be her burden to bear.
And then she will have nothing.