But the queen, with heart so vile,
Would not forget her cruel trial.
She crafted an apple, red and bright,
Poisoned with a deadly bite.
Disguised as a peddler, old and bent,
To the cottage door she went.
She offered Snow White the apple sweet,
With a smile so false, yet so discreet.
Snow White, unaware of the danger near,
Took the apple without fear.
She bit into the fruit so fine,
And fell into a sleep, divine.
The dwarfs returned to find her there,
Snow White, with skin so pale and fair.
They wept and mourned, their hearts so sore,
For she would wake nevermore.
They placed her in a crystal bed,
With flowers blooming ’round her head.
They watched over her day and night,
Hoping to see her eyes so bright.
