Sunday 17 January 2016

Year One: 'Snow White' Jordan Wedderburn

Yet I am a king, I withstand the embrace of fiends and pistols,
If I do not die for the crown, it’d be for crystal.

She lays white as snow,
Like water flows,
She can be blown,
I’ve watched her grow.

Though it’d be part-time, she’d wait for me at home,
Except when she’s confiscated, leaving me alone.
Crimes increased so I need to disappear,
But without Crystal my symptoms pretty clear,

With a clenched jaw, I speak as I can,
And ask Crystal once more for her hand,
Then the heat in my body radiates,
As the pupils in my eyes dilate,


Staggering for life, I struggle to find peace,
As fiends wait upon my decease,
Fare me well,
Now Crystals my fairy-tale.

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