A graceful deer walks alone
On cold and crystal veils of snow, ǀ Fine
As howling winds from far away
Engage in dances of decay.
Gentle and sweet, it leaves behind
Traces of life, for death to find.
Innocent, pure, it doesn’t know
That death will give its final blow.
And step by step, the spark of life
Is bound to give its final fight,
As darkness comes, approaching it,
Then waits—the perfect time to pick.
The graceful deer walks on snow,
Or so it thinks: the cold’s unknown.
And suddenly, a horrid sound
Reveals the truth: water, not ground.
A hidden lake and such thin ice,
Deceiving once, deceiving twice.
The fragile deer feels cruel fear,
And in a breath it disappears…
And now it’s gone and silence comes,
As death now waits for other ones.
The scenery is still—a lie,
As frozen tears fall from the sky.
Nothing betrays what here has been,
The frozen lake looks like a dream,
The trap is set, deceives again:
Alluring, lifeless requiem.
Da Capo al Fine
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 