Snow

Beautiful and so elegant,
These crafts of Jack Frost,
Whom never ceases to amaze,
We gaze in wonder, but to what cost?

Outstretched were her bare arms,
Her breath shrouding her in mist,
Lost in this winter wonderland,
A delusional girl makes her wish.

Trails of blood and sleet and snow,
Was what she left behind,
A frozen smile plays on her chapped lips,
Amongst the snow is where she would die.

They settle in her disheveled hair,
Snowflakes on her ghostly pale skin,
Turning her legs almost blue,
Yet she still wore a grin.

Freedom in this land of white,
Was more than she could ever wish for,
While back in the asylum,
Her door would be locked forever more.

Dancing until her legs turned numb,
She falls into a mound of snow,
She looks up at the sky above,
And watched as the ice cold wind blows.

It was the most beautiful thing,
That she had ever seen,
However it was also the most deadly,
The definition of beauty, turned mean.

One by one,
They fell on her face,
Till they suffocated her,
And left not a trace.

Beautiful and so elegant,
These crafts of Jack Frost,
Whom never ceases to amaze,
We gaze in wonder, but to what cost?