Crimson blood floods the pure, white snow
Tainting it with the sacrifice
Of a mother who died giving birth
To a daughter she would never know.
Soon after the queen’s death
A maleficent witch takes her place
The king is blinded by her beauty
Snow White sees the mask that is her face.
Shortly after the new marriage
The king suddenly dies
Poisoned by a magic potion
Hidden by the false queen’s lies.
With the king out of her way,
Nothing can hold the evil queen back.
She appears to have everything she wants,
But there is one thing she lacks.
Obsession overcomes the sorceress.
She cannot bear to be second best.
Seeking validation from her magic mirror
That she is fairer than the rest.
“Mirror, mirror
Upon my wall
Who is the fairest
Of them all?”
“My queen, though you are fair
The fairest one lies in a bed
On the top of the stairs.”
Rage fueled by a jealous fire
Flows through the vain queen
As the mirror claims Snow White
Is the fairest woman it has ever seen.
Rage leads to attempted murder
When the witch hires a hunter
To kill young Snow White
And harvest her fair organs.
The heartless hunter lures Snow White
Into the dense, dangerous forest.
As he raises his blade to slay her,
He sees her comfort his wounded horse.
Instantly, the hunter understands
The queen’s selfish murder plan
And chooses to let Snow White live,
Bringing the queen a boar’s organs instead
Snow White ran for what felt like years
Until she came upon a quaint cottage
With smoke rising from the chimney
Someone had to be home.
Entering the cottage, she sneezes
Everything is covered in dust
Like a blanket over a bed
Preserved in a timeless space
She scours the room frantically
For some sign of life
And finds seven crusted pots,
Seven dirty chairs, and seven unmade beds.
Sleep flows over her like a wave
And she falls to the seven beds
Where she sleeps for seven hours
Until the seven little men come home.
The little men return home,
Shocked by Snow White’s presence.
After hearing her sad story
They decide she should stay with them.
One day, the queen feels extra insecure
So she seeks out her magic mirror to validate her:
“mirror, mirror upon my wall
Who is the fairest of them all?”
“My queen, though you are fair, its true
Snow White lives and she is fairer than you!”
The queen screams and throws a fit
She slams her mirror on the ground
Rips portraits off of the wall
Because she is not the fairest of them all.
The mirror, hoping to save its life
Tells the queen where to find Snow White:
“in a cottage through the forest and over the hills
The dwarfs she lives with do not return until night.”
The queen calls for her horse and quickly leaves
To reclaim her vain throne from the innocent girl
On her way, she transforms into an old woman in rags
And plans to trick the girl into pitying her.
Snow White opens the door after hearing a knock
And sees an old woman in rags carrying a corset.
Surely this tiny thing can do her no harm,
So she takes her in without question.
The woman offers to give the corset to Snow White,
Feeling badly for the old woman, she couldn’t refuse.
Snow White turned around for the woman to lace her up
Behind her back the old woman smiled evilly.
She slowly laced up the back of the dress,
Reveling in every moment Snow White came closer to death.
Finally, she pulled the laces as tight as she could
And Snow White’s eyes grew wide, bursting out of her head.
As she falls to the floor, the queen in rags cackles with glee
And pulls out her mirror to make sure she finished the deed.
“Mirror, mirror upon my wall: Who is the fairest of them all?”
“Over all the seven seas, there is no one fairer than thee!”
Satisfied, the queen takes her leave.
Soon after, the dwarves return home
To find Snow White on the floor
Her skin as cold as stone.
Quickly, they loosened her bodice
And she drew in a great breath
That sounded like the first breath
She would ever breathe.
They warned Snow White to be more careful,
But being naïve and kind she would be easily tricked again
As the queen soon found Snow White was no longer dead
And that she, the queen, was no longer the fairest of them all.
In the second attempt at killing Snow White,
The queen put on her rags and came to the cottage.
She offered snow white a beautiful comb
Unknown to Snow, the tips were coated with poison.
You would think Snow White would have learned her lesson
The first time the queen tried to kill her,
But she was too kind and gentle
And she did not fear death the way the queen did.
The poison comb worked its way into Snow White’s skull
She fell to the ground as the poison pulsed through her veins
Satisfied the girl was dead, the queen leaped with joy
And galloped home to her castle.
The dwarfs once again came to Snow White’s rescue
As they lovingly stroked her head they found
The poisoned comb and yanked it out.
Snow White immediately came to life.
The dwarfs warned her again about the strange passers by
Before they left her alone, vulnerable to work in the mines.
This time Snow White thought she’d be more careful,
But she would prove an easy target once more.
The false queen in rags came back to Snow White
With an apple in hand, she offers her a bite.
Snow White tries to be cautious, but the temptation is too much
She bites the apple and immediately chokes.
When the dwarfs return home, they know they cannot save her
They unlace her bodice, and check her hair
But nothing that could have hurt her was there.
They cry as they wrap up her body for burial.
Snow White’s body sits on a mountain top
In a crystal, sparkling casket that forever preserves her beauty.
An adoring prince finds her body and visits daily
He begs the dwarfs to let him take her home.
As the prince carries away Snow White,
One of his men drops the casket.
Initially angry, his rage subsides when he hears
Snow White breathe and sees the apple core by her side.
The prince and Snow White immediately marry
Their wedding is no small affair.
To scare the evil queen, the prince invites her
When she comes, he shackles her to a chair.
Snow White doesn’t ask for vengeance,
But the prince feels no mercy.
His men cut off the queen’s hair,
Scar her face, and allow her to grow old.
As the evil queen rots in the tower,
Snow White spends her days in a beautiful castle
With a recovered magic mirror from her youth
Asking the question:
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?”