Round One: Frank vs. Grafx [OPEN FOR VOTES]

[Frank]

Fireflies flickered throughout the flourishing forest in glowing embering orbs
The forest floor was torn in the disgorging horns of the heavy hooves of the menacing boars
The Prince scans through the foliage, yellowish bronze, scarlet reds, magenta decor
He dismounts his overprotective horse and steps on the moss. Exhaling fog for breath like a silhouette of exhaust
Meanwhile back in the cabin, there is the sound of a celestial yawn. A Princess awakening, her mouth stretching with awe
She wakes up surrounded by half a dozen or more little people running errands, paying her no attention
Twilight reflects from the sword. The Prince refers to his compass - a tiny, wobbly arrow directing him north.
They travel until they stumble upon a tiny home, smoke billows from the chimney, swirling with cinnamon and peppermint swarms
The Prince approaches the property and the picture temporarily distorts with psychedelic allure into a magnetic warp
The windows melt from the outside, as condensation drips from benevolent warmth
The Horses are startled by the descendance of storks with shreddering squawks
The Wicked witch plots from her Castle telepathically with a crystal meddling ball
Who is the Fairest of them all? She begs of the mirror that is set on the wall
Complimentive adoration acceptingly pours out of the reflection cementing her flaws
Sneezy, Sleepy, and Happy help the poor Princess Into a gown, out of a dress of velour
Sneezy got his name because his sneeze was so powerful, it obtained the Godbless from the lord
Sleepy got his name because he slept so deeply, he would keep the whole forest awake with his sedative snore
Happy was always pleasant, of course. His kindness was of the likeness, infectious affectionate force
Then their were four. Looking out of the windows, which were now drenched in an unexpected storm
Torrential, the lasso catches the horse: The Prince belts out HALT and he ties them to an Elm in a hoard
The Prince is subjected to scorn. The Wicked Queen assembles a squad of venomous frog, speckling warts
Grumpy runs to the Princess, frowned expression, he darts over to the Princess: softly caresses her arm
He gently alarms her as A sulking wind grouchily ill tempered huffs against the door
Bashful blushes as the winds reddened him raw. He closes the heavy door
Timidly he withdrawnly warns the others of a Giant man, standing outside, wet on the porch
The Prince calls off his men with a hesitant, hoarse voice as a shadow creeps towards the door beckoning forth
Doc opens the door, with his spectacles off. He wipes them off with a delicate cloth. Focuses the lenses with a professor's thoughts.
The Prince appears like a Peasant, disheveled and lost. As Dopey tries to shut the door - it is interjectably caught
The Wicked Queen enters the portal but is denied access to the realm of morph
She dwells and talks to the mirror that rejects and ignores her until she is nothing more than an envious whore.
The Prince walks into the cottage cabin, puts his hat down as the orchestra assembles the score
The Legend of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves