The Winter Here's Cold

Snow White looks so pretty in the winter, under the frost, under the moon, under symphony tragic stars glimmering the sheen of an uneternal tomorrow.
Looks so sad she could make the world cry with her teardrops leaking sorrow for a dream that will never come true of all the blood leaking of her wrists, draining to the earth, bleeding through all that pure snow. Forget me nots to the winter she lost her lover.

She loved you. She loved you not.

Petals falling weeping for what might have been but never came. Weeping birdsongs in her heart, sweet melodies for the spring she’d never live to see.
We all die alone she’d whisper to her lover’s corpse.

We all die alone.