Rakeena

“Yo, yo, her name is Apple, and I can’t grapple with how fine and kind, you’d hafta be blind, yo, blinded by the shine of her mind.
Gotta post a sign sayin’
beware the glare of that fair hair. Can’t bear the care of her stare.
One glance and you’re tranced,
pierced by her lance, made to dance
to the boon of the tune of the girl
with the skin of pearl and golden curl.
She’s Apple, yo,
and this be Humphrey on flow
with mo’ rhymes I can throw
till the day she becomes Snow
till the Happily Ever then
till the chick ’comes a hen.
The.
End.”
― Shannon Hale, The Storybook of Legends