The Snow Queen The Snow Queen P resumably, the frozen bird believes The cobra to be beautiful. So we were told. A lie, no doubt. T hough at the time the story cut no ice, Its magic worked. One inch of snow.
Old women die of cold.
My bastard car won't start. The phones are jammed. I know it. Snow is dangerous. Yet, when clouds seem to threaten, my heart beats Faster, and I can never turn my eyes From soft, seductive, fatal, fields of white.