Black Ice
In the quiet of winter’s embrace,Under the cloak of night’s deep grace,Lies a phantom, sleek and sly,A treacherous layer called Black Ice.It mirrors the moon in deceptive guise,A perilous beauty, cold and wise.Travelers, heed the silent cry,For beneath your feet, the dangers lie.With a whisper, it calls to those unaware,A dance with fate, through the…