• Dark but sleek.
    Bitter yet sweet.
    A beauty within the eye,
    But pale figure of silence on the inside.
    She who controls the waters of life
    Can turn cold when her heart is frozen over with stillness.
    Too call upon this silent season of white,
    Is one that leaves us to die.
    Yet, without such a blissful world of silence,
    We can only hope for the lady of water to call it forth.
    For without such a white beauty,
    We never know a world of silence.