Deep in the misty gloom,
Where even ghosts don’t venture,
Lies a girl, veiled in black silk,
Around her only ice and snow...

Only breathing breaks the peaceful silence,
Just a blink of an eye
Recalls the warmth of the Sun.

A suppressed moan echoes through the wind...
The beauty raises her frozen hands,
Screaming for help to her imaginary god,
Her last hope, dead and torn...

“Why? Why me?
What have I done wrong?
You all left me here to suffer,
Still, I was just afraid
Of the chill of your souls...”

Alone in silence, the girl cries,
Dreamful tears fall heavily on the snow,
She’s in fight with her illusions
That haunt her ‘till death...

Sorrow wounded her fragile soul,
The white snow coloured by
Three tiny stains of blood...

She throws her black silk cloth away...
For one last time screaming up,
Holding her bleeding hands under her guts,
She takes farewell from this filthy world...

[2008.11.26]