Yunie-chan

Cold tears sliding down her cheek, So chilled that she can't speak; Death has come for her this day, Her life shall soon be stripped away. She shivers from the bitter cold, Remembering stories she was once told; One's heart begins to freeze as you die, Apparently, this story wasn't a lie. Memories are recalled as she feels the chill, Of times of her friends died when they were ill; Perhaps she would see them before long, Then this chill wouldn't feel so wrong. Her breath is now slipping away, This is the closing of her day; Her eyes slowly close as the chill leaves, Now she is warm and at peace.