Winter window, shivering
Midnight moonlight, withering
Beneath impending cloud ~

The frozen plain, before her
The freezing pane, ignores her
The moonlight slips her shroud ~

The life, she thought abandoned,
The choice, she had no hand in,
A necklace keeps her proud ~

To choose to fail while trying,
To choose a freezing dying,
To die with head unbowed ~

But maybe,
in the trying,
She's cause,
a few,
their dying~

Tomorrow morn, she vowed.