I flittered like a frozen butterfly in a silver artic haze. br br My wings wilting erroneously from a chill since unbridled. br br I waited in my wonderland of crystal blue ice. br br But my freedom wass contingent upon surrealistic designs. br br A Martyr in my mind ceases her egocentric complaining. br br I have floated on a morally inept Western Wind. br br But flames from a lust so potent seared me into unbridled action. br br I leapt with the joy of supplication and the artic relased its prize.br br A.J.