Literature
The Winter Flower's Grudge
A bed of roses where I lay, you'll find me here another day,
You'll find me here wasting away, a hateful smile on my face,
With glistening eyes and crystal tears, I'll linger here for several years,
With thorns that wrap around my legs, I'll be the ruler of this place.
My irises replaced by glass, reflecting through a twisted lens
The world that walks far up above, while I breathe diamonds down below.
The winter flower blooms beneath, down here where light can never reach.
I'm satisfied with my frostbite, I've found my life in frigid snow.
I can't be melted by the sun, I won't be drawn to any fire.
My frozen body's fracturing, I'm on