Skin made of frost
Hair made of snow
Thought to be lost
But only she knows
Dashes around
Quick as her fox
Never is bound
But destiny knocks
The cold gives life
It pumps her heart
Never caused strife
Love tore her apart
It took her down
Though she was warned
She falls and drowns
When a child is born
And as she melts
Without the cold
She knew she felt
What she had been told
Inspired by Eowyn Ivey's novel The Snow Child. What a beautiful story! **SPOILER ALERT** It's a classic Russian fairytale about an old couple without children and they build a snow child that comes to life, but this is taken to a whole knew level. In the novel it depicts a variation of the story where it ends with her falling in love and melting, but instead of her dying automatically, it's after she's given birth to a child and domesticated too long. It has a bitter sweet ending, but it is truly a beautiful story. It is definitely one of the best books I've ever read.