Juxtaposition

Snow flakes and green moss

Pale skin and red lips

Sorrow painted slowly on her face and light of fire burning in her eyes

Stone hands and gentle tongue

Horrible memories and blissful sentiment

Hesitation in her limbs and the stillest of waters in her mind

What she is is what she is not

You must view her with a clear and blind eye to see her shadows turning slow under her turncoat

The haunting comes and goes but she turns that horror into art