My roof is lined with crystal daggers
pointing at the ground.
And when a slight disturbance comes
they quickly whistle down.
I saw them first this morning when
I looked out at the snow.
Pointing down like archers
to fire a fatal blow.
I do not want to play outside,
I’d rather look instead.
I fear that if I touch that snow
a knife will stab me dead.
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