• A child all aglow with winter on her mind,
    Slid down that white-washed hill
    And landed at an ill-fated time.

    No longer did the packed snow glisten;
    It's purity tainted with muck
    And to top it off there lay her doll
    Frozen in place and covered by filth.

    Ignoring its tear-stained cheeks,
    And ever present smile
    The maiden wandered away;
    Her innocence left behind
    Remembered only as an indecent funeral.