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, She sings to the damned, her lullaby broken, Her voice, a melody of sorrow and grace, Snow White, the queen of death’s cold embrace.