Bits and Pieces

Winter

She extends her raven's wings,

Black as night against her snowy dress,

As she glides across the cold, dark ground.

Her lips are a swash of rose on white,

Her hair a plume of black smoke curling downward,

Defying gravity like her very demeanor.

She looks into his hard green eyes

As he breaks under her spells,

A look of triumph coming over her face.

She holds his hands behind his back

With a rope of ice and snow,

Biting his flesh with teeth desperate for warmth,

Though he doesn't know what he's done.

She laughs a hearty chuckle,

A rumble from deep inside,

As he suffers under her deceiving watch.

She flicks a curl of midnight hair,

And the last beat of his heart shakes the floor.

A chilling sensation envelopes the air

When she knows she has won.

After all, the look in his eyes when the last breath was taken

Was not of fear,

But of admiration for this snowy angel with a devil's heart.