A Twisted Fairytale
She gazed over the living with hollow eyes.
Her white cloak dragged behind her in a long, white trail.
Mist curled around her fingers like rings.
She sat on a concrete coffin laced with roses.
You thought you knew this woman, but no.
The woman you knew is a dream.
A fairytale.
Now, it’s time for you to meet the real Snow White.
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