In a forest where shadows consume the light,

She wanders, skin pale as frostbitten white,

Lips a scarlet slash, like roses in bloom,

Snow White, reborn from beauty’s tomb.

Her eyes, dark voids that swallow despair,

Lure the lost with a promise so fair,

But her smile, sharp as a thorn’s cruel bite,

Hides a hunger that festers in the night.

In twisted woods where secrets are spoken,

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