Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Talysia]

Brittle ice encircles the frozen lake
At the centre of her domain.
Deep snow surrounds her pale castle.
She sits in stately chill within,
Crowned and garbed in frosty white.
The Cold Lady of the North.

[Jarshen]

I could not stop for death,
So he invited me to tea,
The table held but just one cup,
Unwashed, from what I could see.
Thirsty, I picked it up anyway,
But it wasn't meant for me.

Nod to Emily Dickinson.

[Jarshen]

A small frame, heavy with death,
He lingers by the open door,
Inside, the guests are not speaking.
At least, not loudly, any more.
Sobbing, he catches her last breath
As it drifts to another shore.

[Talysia]

I'll try an Autumnal one of my own.

A leaf falls and floats down
Into her outstretched and waiting hand.
Pleased with the many different hues,
She watches the familiar forest change.
A final show of glorious colour
Before the winter snows inevitably arrive.

[Sephiroth]

Immortal Ziusudra, bearded, old and grey,
Sent to dwell in Dilmun, far away.
Gilgamesh crossed those waters of death,
Searching for the secret of everlasting breath.

[Talysia]

A curl of brimstone tinted breath.
An eldritch spark of burning fire.
To the unwary, it means death
To brashly wake a dragon's ire.

[Teresa Edgerton]

An old drowned ship sinking deeper
Rooting itself in the sandy floor
The wood is blackened, briny, rotten
Why then these sinuous necrotic branches?
These blooms of coral and pearl?
Something strange is growing down there ...

[Talysia]

It soars effortlessly across the skies.
Grace incarnate, on delicate white pinions.
The legends tell of such birds
That carry our souls to their rest.
What stories could they tell us?
What souls have they carried over?

[Teresa Edgerton]

Winter's hag walks in frozen woodlands
A face like old, cracked ivory
Hair a nest of broken twigs

[Teresa Edgerton]

The moon sails on vacant seas
Trailing bright stars in her wake

[Talysia]

Sun glints from motes of mica
Buried within the tall granite cliffs.
She patiently waits for him there,
Seeking his sail and his return,
Even though her body passed away.

[Sephiroth]

Burning deep inside with incandescent rage,
Sombre one-winged angel, aluminous and proud.
Destiny: monstrous, empty like my heart,
Come, do not let me die!

[Teresa Edgerton]

A fallen angel chained in hell
Breaks his bonds and soars aloft
Which name now, Satan or Lucifer?

[Talysia]

Is coincidence a part of fate?
The wheels of fortune creak again.
Will luck favour us this time?

[Teresa Edgerton]

The clock of time's grown rusty;
There is grit between the cogs.
In the uncoiling of a spring,
The pulse of tides is stilled,
Birds hang silent, their wingbeats suspended.
Will someone please contact the clockmaker?