Snow Girl.

There was a girl of ice and snow,
Made of frost and cold,
Unique as snowflakes: never same,
Each of different mould.

Her eyes were black and pupil-less,
Her lips as red as blood,
Her skin as pale as winter's flesh,
And ice clung where she stood.

Naked as the day she's born,
Yet swathed in mist and cloud,
Standing by the roadside, still,
In a cloak of cool and shroud.

With wordless words and noiseless sounds,
She told you to come near,
And whisp'ring to you oh-so-soft;
She whispered in your ear:

'Come with me to lands of white,
Where we can reign as one,
Come with me to sunless realms,
Where sun is always gone,'

And yet her breath stunk sour of rot,
Of death, of fear, of grey,
You turned so fast she could not see-
You as you ran away.