The red apple looked so tempting.
Not a bruise, or any discoloration.
She looked harmless- just an old
woman lost in the woods.
My former life seemed worlds away,
As if lived by someone else.
Dark rooms had been replaced with sunshine,
and silence with laughter.
The gentle animals had begun to heal my
heart. The world is not out to
hurt me. We are all connected
in our web of a world.
So many of my sisters had been
killed- one by a spindle, another by a wolf.
Magical slippers turned to glass can
only stem so much grief.
The world is full of cobwebs and evil.
So much is not what it seems.
True love cannot bring back my sisters,
Or erase my tears.
Prince, pass me by.
Save your courage for an unbroken heart.