She lies atop a frozen bed
Not quite living
But not quite dead.
In deep slumber, she lays there still
Until
The knight she dreams arrives
And still she slumbers
Upon that hill
Upon that bed
Alive but still.
She dreams, she sees the knight now stood
Aside the bed within the wood.
Behind him stands a dying birch
Where a raven squawks upon its perch.
He stoops and kisses her frozen lips
And from his life force she then sips.
She breathes in deep
No longer in sleep.
She smiles at the dreamt knight stood
Beside the bed
Within the wood
Upon the hill
Where all is still
Except the dying birch
Where a raven squawks upon his perch.
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