A poem, by yours truly. :)

Copyrighted: TheBiteOfFrost


A ghost in the w-o-o-d-s

silent. still. , cold

W - i - n - t - e - r embodied and

fRiGiD winds given physicalform

Early winter seasoned smells


The.bite.of.f r o s t

*Decayed*leaves* and

The musk of s-now

BeaUt-e and fear sent in CHILLS

Virgin, white snow

Pure as it is tainted with d-.-e-.-A-.-t-.-h

Crimson blanketing the pale.beauty


Will therebe life and fear

Where thereis only love and beauty?

(c) TheBiteOfFrost