You’re walking through
the land
of new fallen
snow.
Everything thing is so clean
so fresh ,
like fresh clean linens.
Everything is so cold
yet so calming .
The snow
Gently falls into your hair
The trees are all covered
in the
light ,fluffy ,cold ,cotton
Its all like a dream,
a dream , like from wonderland.
You don't know what you're going to find
in the next turn around the trees
You can see the little paw prints
left on the fallen snow
Everything, is like a dream from wonderland
with a music box
softly playing in the distance
What sweets will you find?
In this new
reformed land?
What horrors are beyond this forest?
What lies in the clearing?
What demon is waiting for you,
to pass through into its trap?
Now you wish
you never should have
left your mother
all alone
to take tea
with a demon
who only
wants your soul.