The Bride of Snow

by G.W. Thomas

The northern wind sweeps away
The falling snow, its crystal spray
On the lake I see blood run
I know because—I’m the one
Who hid her soul—so far away.

Christmas eve, holy night
A special time to set things right
On the lake I hear the call
I know because—I made her fall
Then ran away —I took to flight.

She comes to me, all a-glow
The Winter Wife—the Bride of Snow
On the lake she dances ‘round
I know because —they never found
Her tortured frame—her breath so slow.

I dance with her; I feel the cold
The swirling snow, a dance so old
On the lake she takes solace
I know because—she’s cold as ice
Her winter’s hand I must hold.

It’s over now; we leave to go
A Groom of Chill, a Bride of Snow
On the lake an open hole
A bride’s revenge—takes its toll
Our sunken bodies—lie so low.


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First Appearance: The Inflated Graveworm #11 (July 1998)
  
    

About the author: G. W. Thomas has appeared in over 400 different books, ezines and print magazines, including Writer's Digest, The Writer, Black October Magazine and Contact. Watch for "A Primer For Horror Writing" in THE WRITER (April 2008) His website is www.gwthomas.org