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0 posted 2009-03-23 06:31 PM




  

Spring is late, this year; the winter snows still cling to hill and vale.
Gaunt stand the trees, with twig and branch still hung with sparkling curtains, icy.
Shimmering in the cold reflections of a moon, so leprous pale;
My love has gone... I am so cold; such emptiness I feel inside me.
Bitter wind moans down the valley from the east; its icy voice,
all through the empty treetops, whimpers mournful, mocking eerily.
Can it sense my broken heart for love now lost, but, not by choice?
or, does it whisper, "Oh, you fool... it was not true love; can't you see?"

That's just not true; I really loved her, and I know that she loved me.
The wind whips snow into my face; my eyes are wet... my vision blurred,
but; from tears, or biting, icy gusts? I cannot tell... or see;
then, from out the wind; the coldest, sweetest voice I've ever heard.
And there; out in the snow-choked fields, she stands in Awful Majesty,
tall and graceful... beautiful; her hair, snow-white; her eyes, ice-blue.
All swathed in furs of purest white; she beckons gently
"Come to me.
Your love has gone; you are alone. Far from the North, I come to you."

"I am the Snow Queen; you are lost, and I claim you... it is ordained
that, on such nights as this; all broken hearts and lost souls come to me.
You must come to my snowy bed; to drift away; there is no pain
my icy kiss will sooth your sorrow, you will sleep so peacefully
wrapped in my arms, up on the frozen mountain, in the softest snow."
"If I go out there with you; then I shall freeze; then I shall die"...
She smiled, "To die for love; Oh, yes. Now take my hand, for we must go.
You will slip into your slumber, gentle, as a lover's sigh."

And, she reaches out to me, and clasps me in her cold embrace.
Her ice-blue eyes shine brighter, colder... whiter, as she watches me.
Her pale lips slowly part. I feel her icy, cold breath on my face;
now, all is lost; this is the end. Frozen for Eternity.
I struggle to avert my gaze; heed not, her soft, seductive song,
and then, I see the merest splash of green... the first snowdrop of spring.
Brave, in the snow; a tiny promise of the springtime soon to come;
she sees it too; her eyes grow dark; her pale, soft lips grow tight, and thin.

Her cold breath sweeps across my face; she shimmers in the pale moon-glow,
and, suddenly dissolves; a cloud of icy crystals; by the wind
whipped, stinging in my face; all mingled with the powdered, swirling snow;
and, when my vision clears; at length, I am alone again... I find.
And warm; and, then I slowly wake; confused, and sleepy, I am... where?
Warm spring sunshine lighting up the room, I think; or, so it seems;
and, there's my love, warm... next to me; gently sleeping, lying there;
she is not lost; she's here with me.
That really was the strangest dream.


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1 posted 2009-03-23 06:37 PM


a cold dream to say the least...no more snow queens... or at least no more snow? lol


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