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Winter's Calm

"As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew;
An angel's dusting from the stars
that can turn the Earth into
A frosted moon."

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I have always marveled at the calm winter brings.

The snow spreads as far as the eye can see, a vastness of white. No real movement stirs the forest as I look outwards. Tall evergreens are dusted with the new snow. A doe steps out, quietly...

The large brown eyes face me, for a split second, and then the deer dashes away. The only telltale sign of her coming, the punctured snow.

Out... somewhere... her mate is in the forest, a great buck. When winter comes, she will give birth to a fawn. And then to complete the metaphor, I shall have to kill all but the youngest.

Fresh venison.

I sigh, partly from melencholy, and partly from disgust.

Winter plays an odd trick on my mind. When the first snow falls I find my anger and rage fading into gloom and sadness. With the first frost lonliness hits me hard, and I begin to wonder if my choices were really worth my pain. I wonder, and the more I ponder, the more a quiet, normal life becomes appealing.

In fall, my last tempest of fury comes, and in spring it quietly ebbs its way to me again.

But in this winter's calm, I am tempted... It would not hurt the world if I was a traitor again, would it?

The winter's calm is taking its toll on my supposed sanity.

I pray for spring.

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"As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew;
An angel's dusting from the stars
that can turn the Earth into
A frosted moon.
What can it be, oh what can it be?

'Tis snow..."

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AN: A rather strange 'fic based on the riddle I found at beginning and end. I'm trying to start a trend of "Riddle 'fics", first person looks at Voldemort (alias Tom Riddle) inspired by riddles themselves. It's a nice concept, I think. This story in itself just kind of wrote itself. *shrugs*

Usual disclaimer applies. Blah, blah, blah, I'm not JK Rowling, yada, yada ,yada, I don't own anything except the plot, blah, blah, blah, and so on and so on.

If you've read all of this, don't you think it's rather pointless to not review?