Sweet Temptation (A Gift for Snow White)

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Do not be afraid, 

My dear,

I mean you no harm.

I am merely 

A poor grandmother,

Stopped to rest 

On my way home 

From a magical orchard.

You see, 

My child,

Inside the gleaming 

Crimson skin

Of this apple

Lies a secret:

Magic lives

In its juicy flesh.

I can tell,

Sweet girl,

From your graceful carriage

And genteel manner,

That you were not born

To toil in servitude

In a dark cottage

Such as this.

Do you really believe

That is all there is for you?

I thought not.

Your dreams,

The wishes your heart makes,

Can all come true,

If you only

Take a bite…