Jagged in the creases
Blood is running deeper
It trickles down the chambers
Of a beating heart
On the white walls
The canvas has freed it
What was once the source of living
Is now a work of art
Saturday, 28 February 2015
Angela
The Snow Queen
Ethereal beauty
Waits in a silent forest
Branches of black
Hiding themselves
From her spell
Flakes of snow
Caress the dead
Capture her sorrow
Grey porcelain
With an eerie glow
Arms swoop dark and low
Pure white hair
Clings to her dress
Crystal granite eyes
Reflect her mystery
Angela the Snow Queen
Magical and mystical
Floats in the black forest
Of silent dreams
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