• It ends here, before the light breaches the horizon,
    last night she heard of his fate; for hours she cries on
    Shes the ghost in the winter snow
    Freezing host of bitterness cold
    lifeless face that nobody knows
    temptress of ice her heart shall hold

    barefoot girl, treading a path made with murals of fire
    eagerly she presses on to the heart of her funeral pyre
    char on her skin, smile on her face
    screaming within, still her eyes yearn.
    blistered lips laugh at such a place,
    greater the fire inside her burns