Snow Angels

The frost is burning their wings so that they bleed,

Their frozen white-blonde hair glitters with ice,

Their eyes are full of clear-glasslike icy, melting snow,

It runs like tear-tracks down their frozen, bleeding cheeks,

The blood drips and runs from beneath frost-powdered skin,

Warming ice with hot, crimson liquid of pain,

Blood drips onto the snow,

The crimson-scarlet shocking against the alabaster of the snow,

The angels bleed themselves away,

To paling red frost upon the floor.

The End

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