Winter

“Snowflake, snowflake, land on my cheek,”

Those were the words, she whispered weak.

As the night slowly crept over land,

With winter firmly planted in hand.

It smoothly surrounded her slender body,

So smooth you wouldn’t think it was deadly.

 

“Oh, Dear Father, take me home,”

She spoke as the coolness made her frown.

Exhausted of trying, she stood still,

Ignoring the ice; ready to kill.

She got down on he knees and clasped her hands,

Prayed for the Father; to remove her brands.

 

Letting the winter take her last strength,

She lay down in the snow, in her full length.

And the night crept over her, without a sound,

Death as the only thing to be found.

But before her life was taken away, she sung:

“Thank you Father, for taking me home.”

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This is so touching and poetic. I really loved this write there is such a sincerity to it. Wonderfully done!