The woods and the town covered in snow

all transformed to a fairy-tale

like a fresh page of a book opened up

ready, waiting for the story to begin

for your own missing scene

objects in black ink fringed in white

breathing and living and anticipating a color

All transformed to a fairy-tale

Unreal and inviting inviting you to step in

and follow the path neverending

You're now leaving imprints and somehow expecting

expecting someone

Maybe the prince in disguise suffering a snow queen kiss

But you're wrong of course--it's in reverse



Out in the snow, muffled

the last silent night, the last sacrifice

Red running over white

Running red over white

Red over white