The Girl in the Snow

The wind felt like the lash of a whip,

As she struggled through snow, up to her hip. 

Tears froze to her face, mixed with the ice and snow. 

If she would ever see daylight again, she did not know. 

On the outside, drops of ice clung to her lashes,

While inside her, her mind and spirit burned to ashes.  

Nothing left of the girl's former mind, 

She powered on, in hopes to find 

Somewhere away from the coldness of the dead. 

Evil thoughts slowly filled her head, 

Like an icy cloud, like evil smoke 

That all kindness from her it did choke. 

She pitched forward, cold and dead. 

The last thoughts she had escaped her head. 

They exist now, to this very day, 

Destroying any and all that cross their way. 

They are each set in their own grotesque fame, 

Every and all households know the name

Of each of the creatures born that night; 

The demons of Anger, Greed, and Spite.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at a poem... but be honest

Reviews

[Justin]

amazing job!!! u covered the different emotions which humans have :) amazing job :)

[Govind singh]

Inspiring poem!! I don't believe that this is Ur first attempt at a poem.however it's wonderful..:)

[Scorpion Flametail]

This really was my first attempt at a poem... and thank you.

[Govind singh]

If it's really Ur first attempt then u r emtremely talented..

[Scorpion Flametail]

Thank you.