A crystal prism so frail and quaint,
A fresh white wash of brilliant paint,
seconds pass and still you fall,
Until you have,completely covered all,
glistening silently, you set your trap,
And presence prints to form a map,
For upon the surface one can see,
where the former seized to be,
Beware the image, heed my advice,
For danger lurks in frozen ice .
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
A crystal prism so frail and quaint,
A fresh white wash of brilliant paint,
seconds pass and still you fall,
Until you have,completely covered all,
glistening silently, you set your trap,
And presence prints to form a map,
For upon the surface one can see,
where the former seized to be,
Beware the image, heed my advice,
For danger lurks in frozen ice .
