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Lady Winter
Freshly fallen
the new born snow
such fickle purity
that may stain
seemingly so easily
like a virgins blood
once lost
never to be refound
But within her
sweet beauty
a cruel mistress
does lay in wait
Another victim
she would claim
to draw into eternal sleep
where perhaps her loneliness
would be appeased
Her voice howls her pain
for the womb that must
remain barren
Yet still she knows
how to love
even for her lack of warmth
and forever she seeks a new romance.
9:04 PM - 11/1/2007 -
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