Made of glass,
The light rebounds off my surface,
Blinding those you dare to stare into my face,
Ice cold and dripping,
Melting in the light of the sun,
Cracking under the pressure of a stormy sky,
Can anyone survive the climb?
Slick with sweat and blood,
Washed away by the rain of a divided world,
Those who tried, failed, and they can never try again,
For they sleep under the ice,
Battered and bruised,
Lips blue like the sea,
Eyes as lifeless as marble,
And their loved ones cry in sadness,
For they do not know,
That it is the beauty in front of their eyes,
That has taken their family from them,
For it is not just the ugly that is evil,
For evil can come in all shapes and sizes,
Its beauty is its mask,
And no one suspects,
As it sits silently,
In the swirling snow.