Bare feet itching to taste new snow,

journey down paths of stories untold,

maybe for once have a legend unfold

and breathe life into the ice-laced land.

O darkest smear on Winter's skin:

Race along Frost's rusted, brittle twine,

submersed in Moon's radiant milk-light, shine.

Walk alone until night crashes down.

The snowdrop world obscured by black

Faintest life shackled to shallow breath,

air burns with ice, then is smothered by Death:

A fairytale buried in the snow.