16 November 2012
Ice blue where her eyes, to match the bitter cold of her soul. She was host to the bleakest winter, as the warmth from the sun he stole.
Frozen where her teardrops, upon her snow white face. Her naked body glistened in the morning frosts embrace.
A shroud around her shoulders, made of silken, frosted lace. And around her throat the stain of, a chilling coupe de grace.
Icy Blue • Opuss № I