Oh how it whistles
Oh how it stomps
Oh how the floorboards
Squeak in distress
Oh how she whimpers
Her small cheeks as white
As white as the snow
That falls from the sky.
Oh how it howls, and chills to the bone
Oh how her life
Gets stopped by a stone.
Oh how the monster
Creeps up behind
And carefully scares her
Shrieks are divine.
Oh how the girl
Frightened to death
Cold body still
Small and delicate
But ice frozen,
Rock hard,
Clear as diamonds,
She lies.
Just a statue
Of a clear, better day.
Oh how it whispers
The monster’s sweet thrill
Oh victorious conjuncture
To burn, and to chill.
Oh, that little girl’s gone now
The floorboards can’t creak
Until another young child
Drifting to sleep
Hears it again, the pure
Bounding stomps
Of the monster that lives
With an ice-frozen heart.
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