A sea of crystals

beckons me out.

Uncontrollable spirits

capture my mind.

It is dangerous

but I can't stop.

They call and I

have to answer.

First snow of the year

and I am all alone.

There is no one with me

no one else who is as

possessed as me.

This is my spring,

My awakening.

Different I may be,

Flowering when others

droop and die.

Strange I may be,

But the winter

belongs to me.

The End

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