O Snow White, O Queen!

Snow White
How your beauty shines!
My Queen
How sweet your cold, betraying crimes!

Caught sight of your face
Stopped dead in my tracks
My Rose, my Sadness
In kindness do you lack.

As I walked behind you
Twice our eyes did meet
Your cropped black hair, your pale white skin,
I understood your feelings
Without speaking.

I heard your voice
The rugged, crisp tone
Several times I cursed
You were my First
And mine Alone.

You spoke no words
We made no sound
For it was resentment
That in your Coldness I had found.

O Snow White
O Queen!
Why hide Hate so carelessly
As if to love were a Sin?

Queen

Stop and stare
Looking into your eyes
Raven black hair, snow white skin
You were once mine.

Affection hurts
Smiles sting
Rejection is obvious
Melancholy sings.

Your gentle face
Forever engrained in my mind
You were my queen
But past is left behind.

My eyes still follow you
Stalking you,
Creeping
After you

Only to realise
That I
Still
Love you...

Two Worlds

There are two separate worlds
Here on this very earth
Both of which filled with sin and grief
And also with Hell's curse

The first world, created first
Symbolised by a straight line
The second, evolved from the first
Had become curvy in time

Many are lured from the first to the second
Some are stuck in between
Those who are lured think their world is best
Whilst the other side discriminates against these 'fiends'

The second world thinks they are mighty
Saying their world is free from Pain,
Inequality and Despair - a Fact
Yet lies can be feigned

They use media to convey these benefits
And those naive will believe
But the other side will point out and hate
The 'wrong' that has been achieved

When the lured have two feet in
There is no exit from the 'sin'
The other side, seeing this problem, real,
Proclaim this as pure Evil

The second claims the absence of prejudice;
There have been debates over which world is best -
The first protests against such statements
But both have their shortcomings, yes.

Those in the middle can see it all
From both sides, the good and bad
Some remain in the second, some first
For their ingrained phobic mindsets have all been shed

Some choose to live in both worlds
By putting on a front
Some remain in denial
Some stay on in either one.

Perhaps the second, too, is in denial
But claims on both sides stand true.
Will there ever be a compromise, I wonder,
And, dear reader, which side will you choose?