A chill fills the air
Though you can't see her through the haze
you know she is there
Run before you're captured by her icy gaze.
She walks in her white gown
consumes the warmth of the land
and when she looks down
life withers in her hand.
Though many find her beauty fascinating
her true self is devastating
In her enchanting paradise
You'll find your frozen demise
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NightFall
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written that is anything but happy.
