• snow,

    white so pure a shadow of blankness that covers upon thy darkness.

    still becoming in it's own,

    shrouded light

    crown of ice. does thy have a name.

    At which may see til mornig's light and bring hope through it's darkness.

    just is as still

    as my beating heart.

    time to choose one's side

    light so pure, not broken, souly perfect

    or

    dark from hell as it was created, a shawdowed wall

    confind spaces, losing everything

    not thinking of what is to yet come

    why do thy not be true

    you cover all thats unpure and unholy

    they we may i ask?

    do thy cover me.