Blood On the Snow
hold the temperamental winter
stay for the rape of the chaste and pure
let the white be stained thus
that the cold may numb us
frozen eyes before a mirror
pleading veins invite the dagger
hold your stifling beats, frostbitten heart
lest shatter into a thousand shards
let the flakes leave their cuts
that the cold may take us
statuesque beneath the showers
silent rains of bladed slivers
as icicle tears have nowhere to flow
there's pain in the ice and blood on the snow
i lie here with wraiths and
meandering ghosts
the banshee of conscience
will still cast echoes
pallid faces; the warmth severed
the cold is sharpest when remembered
hold the reverberating shivers
as icicle tears have nowhere to flow
there's pain in the ice and blood on the snow
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