With skin as pale as snow and hair as black as a raven, her lips as red as a rose.
It’s no wonder she froze.
It started as she fled from her home and in her flight, she forgot her coat.
Although, her escape was a beautiful sight.
But she lost her way and stumbled upon a shack in the wood.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t real and nor were the wee men.
In fact, the reality is that she had been drugged and dragged into the wood by her raven hair.

Screams had left her rosy lips.
She was abused and beaten.
When it was over, she lay on a bed of snow shivering, slowly dying, imagining the wee men dancing around her feet.
She thought she was finally alone, that was until a shadow fell over her.
He was back with his flock in tow, he held a rock above her and just let go.
With skin as pale a snow, no way anyone would know.

~ Jess Bagnall