Biting Snow
She marched through the bitter cold
Used like a tool, used and disposed
In the blizzard, no sign of life could be seen
Her fate had been unforeseen
She trudged through the bitter cold
With a wish this could have been foretold
Further and further into the zone
The cold started to her bone
She kneeled in the bitter cold
No longer could she uphold
The storm raged through the night
So hard all she could see was white
She laid in the bitter cold
she wondered had she been too bold
Frost spread just like a glow
And she fell to the biting snow
The found her in the bitter cold
And thus, the world had lost some gold
White as the snow, cold as a stone
When they found her, she had been long gone
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