A woman of white with hair so black
A woman so dark with hair of white
Both unaware of the other
Oblivious to each other’s plight
The woman of white, loved by many
Still wept every night before bed
For of the many, none meant any
So days she loved, the nights she dread
The woman so dark, scorned by many
Her hardened heart left in the cold
Yet her beauty gave her needed peace
Though it did fade as she grew old
Then the woman of dark finally saw
The chance to steal the life adorned
Through wise words of the mirror true
And thus a plan began to form
So did it arrive, that fateful day
When the woman of white did hear
A knock upon her lonely gates
And saw the dark lady appear
With false offering of friendship
Came too of pure envy and hate
Still the one of white could not resist
But take a bite of the other’s fate
How does it taste, how does it taste?
The other asked, fate apple made
With a sigh the ghost replied
It tastes so red, it tastes so red
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