The snow is coming down,
This world is going round.
Everything is so beautiful white,
In this bitter freezing night.
My breath dances in the air
For this night you must beware.
The moon is rising high in the sky,
Tell me is it time to say goodbye?
This Frost on my lips
Blood covers the daggers tip.
In the white of the night,
All the animals are afight.
For the snow covered in red,
The harsh words were said.
Frost was on her lips
Her eyes frozen on the daggers tip.
Speechless she stares,
This she could not bear.
The dagger in her hand,
She turn and runs, banned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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