Heavy to handle
Lurking pain through the chilling narrow panes
Life seems to be an incandescent beam under miserable silver with a fading smile on frozen lips
Under the abandoned sheets of snow
Frozen aglow, appears dim and unassuming
Of the fairly tales once spoken now a plebian in the woods
Vacant eyes so standstill, everything absorbed within its sneak
Sitting benummed and lifeless without a wry or wreath
Icy winds with plaintive thorns piercing its gloom
Juggling snowballs melt within
Lovesick admiration blooming
Not in life, but in sheer death.
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