Her name is snow.
So the story goes.
Her warm heart shows.
Her name everyone knows.
Yet out in the valley of mist.
With no pulse to her wrist.
She lay breathless.
Waiting for true loves first kiss.
They thought she was dead.
Though the story is said.
Its not such a dread.
She's waiting to be wed.
One day her prince
Came to the valley of mist.
His love Snow he missed.
Young Snow bloomed once more.
She woke from the curse of the wicked horror.
The kiss was what she was waiting for.
She then took the young prince and kissed him once more.
