She bit the apple. Tasty and sweet
Juices flowing freely down her chin
Almost instantaneously she fell
Eyelids flutter, heart sputter
The white of snow turns blackI try my hand at lifting her
Heavy bird is she
I'll leave her here and chant my spell
Where she will now be meGreat shadow of black
Whose name I speak
Twist the hands of fateGrant this servant
A bidding wish
And let me be your mateTake her spirit and make it flee
And place mine in her stead
Give her soul my skin and bone
And make it finally deadThe blackness settled deep and still
As I wait for transformation
Feeling hands of tiny workers lift me
Placing me in a casket of satin and silkTears of those tiny men
Flow across my frozen brow
And I spend my days remembering
Her childish movements
And innocent ways.When I awake
I shall play this role
PerfectlyWaiting for the right time
To set my plans in motion
While being the fairest
On the outside
And the smartest
On the insideA shadow passes over me
Blocking the sun
Dry lips touch my own
My skin vibrates
At the completion
Of the new me###############
Translation- snow actually died and a spell allowed the wicked stepmother to be placed inside the body. After the kiss the body that wakes is snow whites, but the soul is snow black.Dark. Yep.
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