The Snowman

--------------------------------------------There -----------------------------------------I can see ---------------------------------------An icy figure ------------------------------------Short and plump ---------------------------------Is standing, brooding -------------------------------Alone, proud and pleased ------------------------------His coaly eyes wink at me ----------------------------His carrot nose stiff in the air ----------------------------His cold cruel gaze upon me -----------------------------Threatening me with harsh -------------------------------Freezing breezes of his -----------------------------------Lungs, his hands ------------------------------------Cannot be seen ---------------------------------------May be in his -------------------------------------Hidden pockets, -----------------------------------Devising some evil -------------------------------Malicious scheme to grab -----------------------------My fragile soul, vulnerable as ------------------------A delicate rose in tornado’s embrace --------------------I cannot see its feet, perhaps hidden in the ------------------Earth, digging a trap or a hole to bury my flesh ---------------Now bereft of breath, or pounding the snow beneath -------------Reminding me of the fleeting moments which pass by ---------------To bring that dreadful scene, hailing me with the icy ----------------Arrows, wound me with frozen spears, crucify me -----------------On the snowy cross, and I, deafened by creepy ---------------------Howling of wolfish fluffy flakes, burning ---------------------With the faintest flames of desire for life, ------------------------Take the dying torch and rush to see -----------------------The last drops of the melting snowman