Cheating Death...
Such mad desires,
burning blood with ruby fires.
Lost in frozen, crystal thoughts,
Bluish ice and velvet snow,
Howling breath - a dying foe.

Death that smells of diamonds black,
Life that sparkles in a phial
dangling happily round her neck.
It was drawn from snow-white wrists,
Eyes wide-shut and holding breath:
"Odin, this is ... cold ... like ... death!"

Now the phial has been crushed,
Life has withered ...
Littered snow,
Howling breath - so long ago ...