I must admit, I'm not really one who gets poetry. I'm a prose gal, and song lyrics are just about my limit when it comes to words painting pictures and being rhythmical and generally...pretty. I don't know why, but I can stare and stare at a poem, go over it a thousand times in my head, and have none of it make any sense to me, I suppose I'm not the best at interpreting inspiration. It's a shame. It takes something really special for me to be able to understand where it's coming from. And special, I got.
A tale unfolds upon this dress,
A rhyme of lost innocence.
A girl amid a winter field
A raven dark, his wings revealed.
An apple glows a warning red
Upon the snow the color bled.
Snow White, skin like fallen snow
her bloody lips with red will glow,
Hair as black as raven claws
Reflection dark in mirror's jaws.
This frock will tell a warning tale
A winter masque in which innocence fails.





