• Why
    Is it so cold?
    My breath
    Is a cloud
    On the icy air
    Before me.
    My hands
    Are blue
    Like bellflowers.
    My body
    Shivers
    Like grass
    Under the wind.

    All around me
    Snow
    Is falling
    Slowly
    And landing
    Delicately
    On the ground
    That is already
    White.
    A snowfield
    Is in front
    Of me.
    An empty wasteland
    Barren
    And cold.

    I am alone
    Even when
    I am surrounded
    By people
    I am in
    Solitude.
    I am
    In a shield
    A bubble
    That no one
    Can pierce.

    I can
    No longer cry.
    For
    If I do
    The tears
    Would freeze
    To my skin.
    Like the ones
    I cried
    As I fell
    Into the snow.

    My feet
    Are broken.
    My azure hands
    Are broken
    As well.
    And my soul
    Which has fought
    Alongside my heart
    To survive
    Has finally shattered.

    Please
    Let me die
    In this snowfield.
    I can no longer walk
    Or talk
    Or move.
    I have
    No purpose
    In life.

    He struck me down
    In this snowfield
    With the sword
    That belonged to me.
    Even though
    I tried
    To fight back.

    He is the one
    Who killed
    My family
    My friends
    And yet
    Why couldn’t I
    Cut him
    Once?

    My sister
    Warned me
    That he was
    Too strong
    To take down.
    But I
    Did not listen.

    My throat
    Burns
    As blood
    Comes up
    Again.
    My hair
    Long and black
    Is matted
    With blood.

    I cough
    Again
    And my eyes
    Begin to close.
    I cannot win.
    I am already dead.

    The coldness
    Around me
    Burns
    In my wounds.
    But that
    No longer matters.

    Soon
    I will join
    My mother
    My father
    And the rest of my kin
    Who have passed
    Before me.

    Forgive me
    Sister.
    For I was
    Too weak
    To kill him.