"A Twisted Fairytale"

A sleeping beauty, snow white queen,
with all the power in her hands,
but she could not love, she could not dream,
not for any man.
Her words were strong,
her actions, weak.
In a world so wrong,
reality is in her sleep.
This is her fairyland,
this is her realm.
Of the void and non-existent,
she's at the helm.
Here, the prince, so charming,
stands right by her side,
and the happy ending,
is just along for the ride.
This is her world,
she'll never wake up.
She knew the apple was poisoned,
just as Romeo willingly drank from that cup.
Its a small price we pay,
the things we do for love,
when there's no more to say,
when push comes to shove.
She is the fairest of them all,
here in her head.
Just ask the mirrored walls,
they'll answer for the dead.
They're twisting and twirling,
and dancing in their graves.
There's no clock counting down til midnight,
all dressed up in red, she'll stay.
So perfect, so porcelain,
down to the glass slippers.
Every eye in the room,
every hand, tries to grip her.
But this is her wonderland,
you are all the prisoners.
As the lightning strikes,
and the ravens call,
Welcome to the masquerade,
a real vampire's ball.