a sweet, but sadistic smile decorated the surface of her face,
as her roaring, threatening beasts quickened their worrying pace.

the poor young lad had such huge dreams and high hopes,
now desperately running down the melting ice slopes

with unmistakable wickedness within her hooded, crimson eyes,
she cursed the winterland, breaking the many mountains of ice.

unescapable, heavy frost suffocated and buried the poor boy,
and so she chose to, with content, grin at her now-dead toy.

© Alexandrina Vicorii