There lies the apple that stopped her heart
Gone a chosen life with its nasty black art
Because the witch demands love and beauty and price
A man was required and thought a kiss should suffice
She never wanted to fall in love, especially with a fool
But the price for freedom was to live under his rule
Never asking to be a bride or a wife
She took up her skirts and ran for her life
The witch was careless and left the apple behind
And with one big bite, a death note was signed
Freedom comes in the ways we demand
And by sleeping forever she chose her dreamland
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