The True Story of Snow White

She was created to be loved
This much was clear
From first breath
certain about only this
The giants were a trifle
First through the door
singing at the top of her lungs
never noticing the ones that lagged behind

Pure beauty
loved by the King
loathed by the enemy
the enemy Queen
mirror mirror
Don't you know
you are hated for your beauty

The poisoned apple
presented so sweet
so foul underneath
the rotten meat
take a bite
and perish

Trapped behind the glass case
seeing only haunted eyes
reflected in mirror
lining her funeral bed
beauty wasted
Trapped in lies

She slept for a hundred years

Until he came
The one; the hero
the sabre branch in hand
strikes the glass and
frees the beauty

What happens now?