She beckons with a cold and lovely hand
Anticipating reluctance and fear
Few can her icy, pale allure withstand
Unhesitatingly, I do draw near
To her, spirit of winter, stark and bright;
Her eyes, a strange and fascinating blue
Her kimono, a gaunt and ghostly white
Her promises of bliss sound warm and true
What she does not suspect, but I know well
Is how magnetic frosty, creeping doom
Sounds to one such as I, who from grace fell
From whom no light can dispel bitter gloom
Yuki-onna, your kiss freezes the heart
I am a willing subject of your art
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (6)
Oh, so many memories of ex-girlfriends here... 🇯🇵
Ooh, that was a cool, eerie vibe! The way you captured Yuki-onna's mysterious allure and the icy doom... beautifully done! So chill and captivating!
Such a powerful mood, and a strong sense of inevitable tragedy. Love it! 💌
Reminds me of a siren. Loved your poem!
This made me think of Ring, excellent dark poetry
Alluring indeed, D.J.!