winter drips from icy fingertips:
silent waters still inside their tombs,
chilling winds rush through dead, broken leaves,
sapphire darkness denies sunlight room.
crystals sit among tree branches high,
adorning eerie, glowing arms stretched out.
on frozen nights even trees cease to live;
so still, with snowy eaves spread all about.
winter sprinkles night over the snow,
and shimmering in moonlight sits the ground.
yet, soon the rolling clouds bring forth their pains,
til, tho' it's there, you cannot see the town.
tempests will kill blind eyes with dark deceits;
all draped in beauty, tempting men who tread.
white robes will shimmer before sleepy eyes,
white robes dance in the dreams of frozen dead.
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