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Teana Miller Oct 2015
Snow so cold
So beautiful to the eye
Yet she Sits in the dark
Searching for the man inside
She lacks no intelligence
Yet, she searches with might
Trying to find courage
To win her fight
The battles are gallant
Doesn't seem quite so
Snow will do
what snow does best
Snow will fall
Letting the darkness consume her tattered soul
Would it be much easier
To give in to the darkness
blood pours from snow
Making white turn from red
From red to almost crimson black
It looks more horrid than it is
When they burry her body;
The song of death will play
After years of hearing it in her head
Others will hear instead
They will cry and hurt
Over the blackness
That ruined the purity of snow

— The End —