[Alex]

One day, long ago
she once lived playing in the snow,
The snow was life and have it it did,
The life was gone, ended in kid.

When death proceeds, many things live.
When life recedes, all things die,
then those dead, yes, they lie.

Lie about what is the question asked,
and if none follow, they will not ever last.

Last against what, is that of which you state,
Then the thing you wish is simply sold as hate.

If you dare wonder, of what lies ahead,
think about the splendor and the splendor it has said.