Bristle twigs
Crunching feet
Useless fingers
Swollen and weak
Water rush
Colder still
Creepy whispers
The icy mill
Calm you step
Toward the door
The wooden creek
The echo sore
Villain steps
Up the stair
Into a room
The light there fair
Broken glass
Dusty vine
Outside the window
The blackest sky
The arctic breeze
Tickling locks
Lace her face
Fighting the frost
A silent hand
Against the door
The wooden creek
The echo sore
Villain steps
Up the stair
Into the room
And hand in hand
Lips they linger
Bodies entwine
Two secret lovers
For just one night
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