I have foresaken my humanity

I have waited, watching.
I looked over the great white sea,
Cold and sharp like glass.
I can't tell you how I feel.

The beauty that is the snow.
Whether it break ministers or mobs,
Whether it take a great sky to bed with it.
It will also always be....
This is the ultimate dream to wake from.

There never was the youth.

Try, try. Grow, growing.

And holding you would be loveliest.
But this snow. This is what is.
Threatened by some peril in the wilderness.

The event was soon to be decided.
It was planned and plotted.
Known and thought of

There is no history today.
There are only sugar-plum fairies.
Dancing in the cold, deadly.