She dreams, under the light of the moon

Now shards of crystal, icy glowing, pieces of

Of her soul, gathered by the sky, frozen from

Her thoughts and visions, flying about, and

In the distance, as she exhales, tiny droplets

To chill the night, slowly, it numbs her,

Frost-bound, to her quintessential heart

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