Silver syringe formaldehyde

Plunged into ice-choked heart:

Muscle long deceased, withered pale,

Luster drains from counterfeit crown

And the blush of the lurid landscape

Etched and scraped away, as the king’s reign.

Worried warble of birds, anxiety of evergreens

Warns as she draws near,

Footsteps laden with frost and malice.

Heartbeat stifled, made in Her own image

Of an undue winter century.