Act I: One

Giant pines are
dancing carelessly
Soon,
it will flow
all over me
and we'll be united
in indifferent coldness
of snow flurries
of winter gusts


Act II: Letter to Santa

Dear Santa,
Please ask North Pole winds
to take me to arctics
where my thoughts would freeze
and my soul would rest in peace
Coldest regards,
Lotus


Act III: Wolves

Night is descending
Something moves among trees
humming, hissing, and howling
just like an angry beast

It finds the demons inside me
they are circling around me
their eyes impatient
waiting for their feast

In a moment of weakness
they will attack me
tear me apart
salty sweat and ****** mist