In a kingdom far and bright,
Lived a maiden pure and white.
Her skin was like the driven snow,
Her lips a vibrant, crimson glow.
Her hair as dark as midnight skies,
With gentle, kind, and sparkling eyes.
She roamed the halls with grace and light,
Her name, they whispered, was Snow White.
Her voice, a melody so sweet,
Her presence made the palace complete.
The people spoke of her with praise,
Of her beauty and her gentle ways.
In the garden, she would sing,
And make the flowers bloom in spring.
Birds would come from far and wide,
To listen to her by her side.
Her laughter was a joyful sound,
That spread happiness all around.
Her heart was pure, her spirit bright,
She brought to everyone delight.
Yet in the castle’s highest tower,
Lurked a queen with envious power.
Her beauty rivaled by Snow White’s glow,
Her jealousy began to grow.
But Snow White, unaware of strife,
Lived her days with joy and life.
In the castle’s grand embrace,
She shone with an unearthly grace.
The people loved her, near and far,
She was their kingdom’s brightest star.
But shadows crept into her tale,
As the queen’s envy made her pale.
Snow White’s beauty, a constant glare,
A threat the queen could not bear.
In the mirror’s truthful gaze,
Her fear and anger set ablaze.
But Snow White continued unaware,
Of the dark plans brewing there.
She sang and danced through castle halls,
Unaware of the queen’s cruel calls.
