Don't hide; I couldn't compliment you then.

but he could not stop her heart
and it beat for her sisters
who died in the cold
it grew lilies for her sisters
buried in the snow
it hoarded fury for her sisters
rotting in the mud
they joined her in the spring thaw
their bones and their feathers
her wings
fell to the bottom

Where I waited.

I like the repetition and parallelism throughout the poem; it gives it the feel of a ballad or a piece of epic. But the imagery is pretty cool too. ; )