i am you

..veins of black ice, hold still my beating heart,....,under silent pause her freezing breath whispers of the dark night of the solstice...tree bark..and kept spice .....,on the brink of destruction ..... the long night of decay...she lays down a blanket of snow white as day....
it shines in the moonlight to show forth  the way, her blue-silver mantle is draped over the earth,.and purifies the seed ........the virgin, the glamour, her hidden within,,,nestled in the soil, it's black to the core....the inside is rotten to make us anew....the seed of the spiral the heart of the jewel....to wait by the fireside like black verses white,,,, or day against night,,,,,, or wrong cursing right,..... moving on through the cosmos, on the dread sea of ink,,,in search of horizons,,,,,accross the abyss and cross  back......on to the morning,  the white of dawns light....the seed, the virgin , the glamour, her hidden within, nestled in the soil, it's black to the core......