I have seen the dark side
of your snow white child
her face as perfect as the moon
so pale, serene
I could not glean
a creature
as well composed
could cast me
on my shadow
gleaming
wild step-queen by all reviled.
But I am not the first
to fall in love with a flawless face
holy as the snow
discount lip’s lingering halo
lace of lies and heroin
and still keep dreaming
until I’d see the fight
was for our own life
then gladly shout
Drink your hemlock, damn you,
but not before you leave my house!