The Chant Of The Evil Queen Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

Bring her heart
In a box
Bring it for me to eat
Bring the heart
So drenched in blood
Bring it or I shall never sleep
Her skin is as white as snow
Her lips as red as a bloody rose
Yet Hair as black as a lump of coal
It is a gorgeous beauty that shall never grow old
Take her, hunter, in woods
Pin her down into the ground
Raise you dagger high
Oh hunter
And slice it down
As swiftly as a bird that lands
Carve out her heart for me
Oh hunter
And I shall be forever glad
Her heart in my belly
And Snow White forever dead