The Albino Deer

It is white and luminescent,
unshadowed by the darkness of the night.
It folds itself into the thick bowls
of black liquid,
A star against the filmy skin of la nuit.
A prey to the outside,
Unheard but seen
in an unshielded cage.
A sword unsheathed, a striking blow
Run away pretty snowflake!
Flicker into your abyss,
Surround yourself in a blanket
Of irridescent white petals,
You are amongst the pale ones now.