Lina

Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice

When the world is at it’s coldest

You can count on her to come home to visit

She does not come to sit

But instead, she’s pacing the floors

Looking for that which was once hers

She rises from her cold, hard bed

Getting brambles caught on her head

Passing through the frozen forest

From her cursed place of rest.

Beautiful Lina

Dreadful Lina

She will find what she attempts to find

And when she does, she won’t be so kind

Reaching deep into the heart

Of the man who tore hers apart

Choking him to death

She will take his breath

Until rigor has his body froze

Then, she can return to her peaceful doze

Inside the forgotten ground

Never to be disturbed by human sound

Vengeful Lina

Gorgeous Lina