Vexed Snow
Madness called the spiteful moon
With songs of wept lament
Its vacant soul had figured out
Where sorrow could be spent
Desperate acts to own a heart
Though gruesome have appeal
For icy hands burn jealousy
As charm they'll never feel
And restless insipidity
Thought exiled can induce
Deviance from modesty
To acridly seduce
Spilling its contaminants
Where Love is found to grow
And scorning death's calamity
To vex unblemished snow.
