First, the one with medical degree;
Smarter than the others, thus implied,
Tasked to find the secrets buried deep:
"Such beauty cannot stand. I order thee,
Put to work thy science and thy Pride,
Dissect the little trollop in her sleep."
Ordinarily this wouldn't pass,
But pride gives way to hubris, after all;
As witch peered through her magic looking glass,
And Snow lay still, a sleeping porcelain doll...
Yet just as Doc prepared his evil chore,
A sudden ambush knocked him to the floor.
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© Jackson Cambridge, 2017.
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