From: ragspoet@gmail.com   
      
   "The Woman of Snow"   
      
   by R.A.G. Seely   
      
   We were worn, in need of rest   
   On a trail treach'rous chancy   
   Icicles clung from stone crests   
   The atmosphere was murky   
      
   A snow storm struck us off guard   
   In such details we could die   
   Impaled by plunging ice shards   
   Or swallowed in a snow slide   
      
   One of my colleagues collapsed   
   His sentence a certainty   
   "You'll die if you sleep!" I rasped   
   But I paused for breath briefly   
      
   I felt fabric on my face   
   A woman knelt beside me   
   She held me in an embrace   
   But her touch was brisk, icy   
      
   Her garments, gossamery   
   Her face albescent, aglow   
   Had she come to rescue me?   
   She was the Woman of Snow   
      
   "My cabin's that way" I said   
   Managing a vague gesture   
   She steadfastly shook her head   
   "The snow is warm," she whispered   
      
   Round my neck she gripped tightly   
   I saw evil in her eyes!   
   I shoved her off vi'lently   
   Shrieking, she merged with the sky   
      
   I arose to the sun's rays   
   My lodge was mere yards away   
   I reposed at the fireplace   
   And unwound with warm sake'   
      
   -=RAGS=-   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)