The screaming ice breezed in.
The silence , dead silence yet, noisy loud breathing .
As she exhaled the air formed into a while puff of a cloud rushing in the wind with the crushing of old dead leafs
The light of the moon,
Shining and calling on her, for her smile.
The sky crying a river as it washed down. Drowning in a puddle .
The hair on end, shivering as a blanket of cold hold her in big meaningless smothering arms
The soft yet sad fluff drenched in sorrow souls , pleading for the agony was to much, the long sharp knives , clawed and dragged them into the. mourning earth.
The flower once blooming into the shining sky, now kept in the chilling cold in the shade , down on the empty misery.
