A.N. I would just like to say first and foremost that the beginning of these poems belongs to the amazingly talented writer Wayward Queen and her epic series Grimm or Glory. She left the poems open ended so I sent my version of the ending in a review. She told me to do this and I have a copy of her permission if anyone needs it. If you still don't believe me you can send her a private message and ask. I know this seems really drawn out but I am not a thief and I will not be accused of being one.

Upon the looking glass, she gazed,

Consulting the voice within,

Seeking an answer,

To which she'd grin.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of them all?

Fair is thy beauty, your Majesty,

But alas, there is one more fair than thee.

Her lips were red as blood,

Her hair as black as night

A heart, the witch wanted,

From dear, dear Snow White.

She sent her greatest hunter

With eyes darker than night

To pluck the heart from the chest

Of the reason for the Witch's plight

Alas, when the moment fell upon

The Hunter was struck by the purest of soul

And so he let her go

What a fool

Forward we go many years ahead

The Hunter by the wrath of the witch long dead

And hidden in the forest biding her time

Was the fair Snow White having gone quite mad

There were no seven kindly dwarves to provide

Just a group of thieves and ruffians

Who took away her purity though she tried to hide

Leaving her with broken prayers to the heavens.

No more was she Snow White

Her soul had been tainted

Now turned black as night

As she waited and plotted

For she knew who had forced her exile

The beautiful Witch Queen of her old home

Who's very thought made her throat fill with bile

Soon the young maiden will wear a crown of the Witch's bone

She sneaked into the castle

Late in the night

Alone she was

'Cept for the shadows cast by the moon bright

Standing over the Witch's sleeping form

She unsheathed her dagger and held it high

Pausing for a moment to relish her glee

For her moment of total vengeance was nigh.

Down went her blow

Out came the Witch's heart

It was a sight to behold

But I haven't told you the best part

The young Snow White turned black

Ate the Witch's red heart whole

Casing aside all of her innocence without on glance back

And the situation turned dire

For there was now a new and darker Witch

With all the former's power

All left of the former was cracked mirror

So much for Happily Ever After