His eyes glittered with snow. I have
seen cloudy eyes, leafy eyes, fiery eyes,
but never eyes that shone with
the crystal fairies of winter.
Yet here they danced before me,
inviting, beckoning.
Their depths said
"If you dive into me,
you'll touch the icy boughs of frosted
trees, icicles with a daggers edge,
and the burning brightness.
Risk it, risk me.
Oh, for it is a risk, I might lash into
your cold skin, for my frostbite
will crush those who are
already numb."
Those eyes caught me,
and now I can't escape, this sleigh ride
could crash, but the wind flies
by my face and stings my cheeks
with passion.
I don't want to stop.
