Her hair like the fresh fallen snow
Her skin like the delicate snowflakes
Her eyes like the penetrating air
Winter . . .
Her voice like the strong and wild wind
Her lips like the dripping thick red blood
Her smile like the deadly frozen pond
Winter . . .
Her movements like the glossy icicles
Her breaths like the gusts of freezing air
Her bite like the numbing purple frost
Winter . . .
