Creating sheets of pure white
Turning the normally muddy brown
Magical and blinding
A kind that has drawn many a man
And driven just as many mad
The chill set in to her bones
As she wait for him to come home
Staring out the window alone
Long lost the time wondering
How long he had been gone
Worry creeps up
Just after sun set
The hours have quickly
Come then went
She treked through the snow
Wearing her warmest
The path barley marked
Through a layer of white dust
Finding him her only must
The mountain was his mistress
One she did not trust
He did it for the money
She said "he did it for us"
She froze in stride
Ran to his side
It was clear he was way too close to being gone
Lips no longer pink
Skin no longer warm
She could do nothing but hold him in her arms
One last look at the now brightening sky
The light reflecting in his eyes
With a final breath
She took his hand
Looked unto the mountain and made one last plea
"Please don't take him even though you can!"
Then she let it all go
Holding the hand
Of her one
Her only
Her lover
Her man
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