Midnight 12:00

I feel the wind crawl up my spine. My icy blue eyes stare off into the moon. I am scared. The wolves howl in the night, the tiniest of beasts cringe and scurry on home. I am on my front patio in a heavy, winter, coat and sweat pants. Hear me please, hear my desperate calls for rapture and salvation. The wind blows harder. Sing to me trees, sing your plesant song. A song of longing and empty tears. The wind blows again, this time pulling loose my hair bow. I let it fly onto the wooden ground. I don't bother reaching for it. My hair with it's black locks fall over my soulders. My cheeks are a fine red, as are my lips. One might call me Snow White, but I've lost my prince long ago, long a go, long ago.