It's a tale,written across the flakes scattered around..
"Once there was a little cottage,somewhere in the middle of nowhere..
On an snowy morning, still somewhere in the middle of a lost december..
A day in my fading memory,which I shall still try and remember..
A blizzard raged, though days ten and nights nine..
And there wasn't the slightest hint of day light
The world ceased to exist past those frigid cliffs..
And darkness descended upon the white terrain..
Vilely carried across by the snarling,whispering, freezing wind..
I had given away my hopes of life,even a pleasant death..
I wondered if I could find peace,alone in my icy grave..
In that moment,drowned in an eerie scream..
The windows flung open..
The abominable snow monster,with all its ferocity
Crashed right through my castle's gate..
But then I saw..a hint of blurry red..
holding a tender touch of life, of an origin strange
The Frozen blossom..
Standing firm against the tides of frost..
My frozen blossom,and her young heart.
As I closed the window, I had one final glance..
She was a figment of color, lost in the grey world
The night melted as the fire burnt
And I shivered as she shriveled..
The next morning, as I woke, alive and breathing..
The storm had ceased..I rushed past the wooden gates,
and there she lied
Some black petals scattered over the snowy white.."
Though now, ages have passed, and the seasons changed..
Memories of a freezing night, and my frozen blossom..
continue to live in me.
© Debanka Chanda