The Snow Angel

Far in North if you follow the trail

Lies a town named Lonsdale, 

The winters here are cold and harsh,

And nights that seem eternal and dark;

But right in the middle, as white as a pearl,

Is a statue of a little girl.

She wears a white, misty gown

On her head is a silver crown,

She holds something oh so close,

And that is a blue, crystal rose;

If you see her, one thing I advise,

Look into her faded eyes.

They say she lived here, generations ago

She had no family as far as they know,

Many pitied her but she didn't mind, 

Even through misfortune, she was always kind;

Though she had less, she always shared,

And to critters, she gave tender love and care.

Where she came from, no one knows

And to ask her, no one chose,

They say someday she just appeared,

Guided by Fate, and now she's here;

Like a Gypsy, she always roamed,

For she never had a place to call home.

Many disliked her and called her a brat

A greater misfortune than a black cat,

There were, however, a few who cared,

For part of their meals, they always shared;

These folks had little, but gave despite,

Yet none could give her the gift of sight.

With her faded eyes she couldn't see

When they called her different, she disagreed,

Even though their words hurt inside,

She was never hindered by being blind;

For her, sounds overshadowed the light,

The only one who truly knew the night.

She spent her nights with her friends

What would they do? Well, that depends,

Sometimes In games they'd partake

Or walk along the banks of lakes;

One night however, they looked up high,

And gazed upon the Ethereal sky.

They told her about the sights they saw

She imagined every word with awe,

What were stars, remained unclear,

If they've always been there, why couldn't she hear?

Even though they were far apart,

She decided that she would find the stars.

At mid night she left the town

Never once did she turn around,

The snow was harsh, and the night was cold,

But she moved forward, fearless and bold;

In her quest to find what she sought,

She soon realized that she was lost.

Panic arose and fear set in

But it never blew out the flame within,

She questioned whether she should turn around,

But she came so far, and would stand her ground;

With nothing to warm her but a scarf,

She continued her fateful march.

It seemed as if hours had passed

The place she stood, unknown and vast,

Soon she started to feel too cold,

Her gentle heartbeats had now slowed;

She realized this adventure was her last,

It was finally time for her to pass.

The wind had now began to blow

So she sat down on a slab of stone,

The cold was getting harder to fight,

It was enough to turn water to ice;

Her tearful wish, was for the stars to be found,

When suddenly, she heard the sound.

Twinkle

She heard it once

Twinkle

She heard it again

She wondered what It could possibly be

But as soon as she realized, she smiled with glee,

So what if she couldn't see them shine?

Hearing them twinkle was most divine;

No longer seeking them from afar,

For she'd finally found the twinkling stars.

Millenniums have passed since that fateful night

The people searched, but never found her despite,

Travelers say they feel she's near,

For her playful giggles they sometimes hear;

And yet, they were never truly scared,

Dolls and Roses they'd leave instead.

She was the first, but not the last

To be led astray from that lonely path, 

Lost in the dark, and all alone,

They'd still find their way back home;

When asked of how, they simply say,

"A little girl helped me find my way."

A few still come to hear her tale

And to visit the famous trail,

And yet, many still insist,

That the Town of Lonsdale does not exist;

For a story that not many know

Is the legend of The angel of Snow.