Winter is the snow queen with no mercy,
Whose delicate exterior disguised her enmity.
Since Autumn distorted her under Satan's order,
She deeply hid in forest,
Killed longing men she met.
Pretending get hurt, dying for cold,
Winter asked men to bring her home.
Once they revealed lust,
Winter ruin them into rot.
There was a man carrying a bamboo bag,
Dropped into winter's trap as he should.
He carried her into bag,
Walking in forest without a chat.
"Are you cold?" man asked and covered Winter his cloak.
After that, still no chat, no lust, nothing as others did.
She felt warm,
She felt trust,
She felt care,
She won't slaughter this time.
Winter melt into a water drop,
Vanished from bamboo bag.
No more hate, no more avenge,
'Love' is her new name.
This poem is inspired by 'Summer' @ Delilah, thank you dear. Hope you like this x
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