Yet a third poem I wrote when I was younger...I had just learned about legend of the Snow Queen. Here is my interpretation of her:
Flurries of snow
as white as a blizzard
Hood up
It covers her face
Not even a rustle
comes from her
As she passes by
Everything becomes muted
Like an old film
without sound
black & white
Like a book
with no words
like a tree falling
in the forest
where no one
will ever hear it
She raises her hands
and the snow swirls
around her
Just before she disappears
You see her face
Long blond hair
Icey blue eyes
She smiles at YOU
Her eyes shine mysteriously
Ages older than the rest of her
They seem to say:
"We'll meet again."
Suddenly, her hair
turns white
her eyes
turn red
She vanishes
in a flash
of light
She's back
and she's
coming for you next.
