My Sweet Snow White

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    My Sweet Snow White

    Running far, running free
    Escaping my memories
    Falling out in to pristine land
    Untouched my human hand
    Pure white snow
    Here is where I first saw
    My darling snow white
    Wild and free
    Running dancing through the land
    Laughing as man tired to catch you
    No blemishes upon your body
    Just the back of your hooves
    A spot of mischief in this perfect land
    Slowly, slowly trusting
    Running along side you beside the fence
    Breathing hard
    The sound of hearts beating together as one
    Here I feel as if I could out run time
    So sweet so cunning my dear snow white
    Slowly secrets spill from unlocked lips
    Truth lay bare in this magical land
    Lessons you teach me, that no one can
    I forget who I am and where I come from
    No one would know the horror of the past
    Never have I dared to touch you
    To corrupt your perfection
    Days all blur in to one
    Not knowing time is running out
    One final lesson to learn
    Echoes ring out in this land of untouched beauty
    Falling, falling time seems to stop
    Watching the horror no not a gain
    Pushing away the memories that try to choke
    Upon seeing this crimson stain
    On the powdered snow
    Moving fast across the land wrapping my self around you dying body
    Bitter tears flowing swiftly
    Surrounded by steaming blood
    The memories come out
    And at last my sweet snow white as I cry for you
    I mourn my stolen innocence






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    WinterFrost commented on My Sweet Snow White

    06-22-2009

    So what is snow white with hoves? Nice imagery.

    siabhra

    06/24/2009

    why a horse of course

    sking966 commented on My Sweet Snow White

    05-16-2009

    wow...this is deep. I really like this one

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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