The red apple 🍎

Snow White’s view:

Crunch.
Teeth clash with each other,
The juiciness trickles down,
My vision blurs,
Only letting me see the red.
My legs no longer hold me,
As I faint to the cold ground.

A dark shadow looms over,
My crouched body.
An ear splitting cackle,
Sinister and wicked.
My eyelids fall heavily,
On my white cheeks.
Strength leaks out of me.

Something like a magnet,
Pulls my energy and hope away.
The last bit of faith drains.
My hands falls beside me,
The red apple rolls off.
I regret calling in the old lady,
And biting the red apple.

That tiny spark inside me,
Refuses to dwindle.
It tries to reign in,
The hope that left me.
I knew that my prince,
My one true love,
Would come soon.

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Prince Charming’s view:

Trotting away as fast as I can,
On my white stallion.
I shall save my princess,
With the seal of true love’s kiss.
I shan’t be late,
Must get there,
Before it’s too late.

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Snow White’s view:

Soft lips come in contact
With mine.
I jolt up immediately.
Was that a nightmare?
Or reality?
My eyes meet Charming’s,
And I certainly knew,
That True Love and Good will prevail.