Upon a Winter Morn
By Kamara Kojima
There once was a lad so fair,
With green eyes and crimson hair.
His heart was as cold as stone,
And he was left alone.
Some would say he was gifted,
Some a curse unlifted,
But to him it never mattered,
Yet still his mind was shattered.
And then one day a girl came,
That didn't know of his shame.
Into his castle she went,
By a witch had she been sent.
Melted was his heart of ice,
Then the seasons came in thrice.
Then she left him upon a winter morn,
And his heart had never been so torn.
Her last gift had been his pain,
And he was never seen again.