The sonnet, The True Story of Snow White, is by far the most powerful exception. Almost before the Princess had grown cold Upon the floor beside the bitten fruit, The Queen gave orders to her men to shoot The dwarfs, and thereby clinched her iron hold Upon the state. Her mirror learned to lie, And no one dared speak ill of her for fear She might through her devices overhear. So, in this manner, many years passed by, And now today not even children weep When someone whispers how, for her beautys sake, A child was harried once into a grove And doomed, because her heart was full of love, To lie forever in unlovely sleep Which not a prince on earth has power to break. This poem achieves what Bennetts other re-visions attempt; it gives us an even more gruesomely realistic version than the original fairy tale. The tight forms accurate construction and the vividly blunt language intensify the tales hard-hitting truth. If the vanity of superficial beauty is the root of all evil here, then it almost seems poetically just that the beautiful Princess, whose appeal was for any prince the same beauty as the jealous Queens, would suffer an unlovely end. Yet the Princess was a child with a heart full of love. Today even children are so caught up in the Queens power (the seductive power of the Hollywood Queen/Super Model) they cant even relate to, much less weep for, the tragedy of their own sacrificed innocence. At the broader level of the state, the real culprit is ultimately the egomaniacs (mirrors) power to destroy everything innocent, alive, and truly beautiful. Because the sacrifice takes place in the classic sacred grove, the implication is that this power is a violation of the sacred, a kind of black Sabbath. This particular drama represents our ultimate universal condition. Not only death itself, but the destructive thrust of egotism that drives history is the power that cannot be broken.