Her dreams rage against a personal storm on a midnight horizon
While her body entangles with the sleeting ice that seems so profound and realistic.
The way her world actually unravels and opens the gate to all her secrets, as the winter confounds her soul so deeply and pentrates her inner emotions.
The whole of her essence spills like unfolding ribbons, as she claws her way out of this overwhelming night terror, but the icicles relentlessly swallow her into the storm.
Awaken, Awkaken!
For alas the winter's frost does not hide the reality of the Silhouette's reality, for she must face the endeavor the monsters on the morrow
