Oscar Algernon Snowman
Salutations and abundant greetings to you, dear ocular peruser of these plains of scripture and scribble.
You may call me, as I have come to be known, by the nomenclature Oscar Algernon Snowman. The primary article taken from the start of my riddle - my second, from the singular indefinite article 'a' colourfully elaborated - and my third, the aspect I have come to endure with perennially ice cool wit !
To sum up my strange destiny, I can give account of little more than feint recall to my passing one deathly winter's night in 1900 - like the gentle kiss of a lover's parting wish - and then, a final choral infusion of melody and harmony in some ethereal firmament.
The following sense, I merely harken to ponder upon, is the transforming fall back to the dark earth as fine, soft crystals of snow, drifting in the breeze and hugging the cold land in tender loving embrace.
In gradual waking I tried to rise - to face the morning sun - only to stand in frozen awareness of the slowly melting effigy of the self I'd previously known.
This has been my fate time and time again and I know no reason why this has come to be.
I would most heartily welcome any theory or philosophy as anyone may yet ascertain.
No matter how fanciful or blunt - learned or naiive -
Anyone ?