A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Yuki-Onna
Your words will never sway me
And nothing can make me stay
Execution of the will
Isolation of the mind
His eyes, tearful, silent beneath you in the night
Not a word, not a breathe
Never hope or dream without my allowance
She’s everything beautiful, and she’s the death of hope
Don’t go chasing me into the weather
Don’t dare to dream of a home, children, a stable income
Because snow-women always melt in the morning light
The whiteness, a patch of untouched skin, a secret never told
Squeezed into a tight ball and thrown against a brick wall.
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