Poems for the Brave

The Ice Queen

Where the frost grows,
That's where she goes;
O Ice Queen, Goddess in white.
Hair long and silver blue,
Dress pale and see through
The Ice Queen's eyes sparkle with spite.
Moonbeams on her skin
Long icycles on her chin
There's fire in her heart this cold night.
Long fingers like claws
She treads the snowy moors
Until a village appears; sparkling with light.
With a dance of her hands
A storm rushes to land
And her eyes gleam with venom; black and bright.
Snow settles on the houses
People screaming and shouting.
But not in fear; for she has caused them no plight.
Children squeal for joy
For every girl and every boy,
Christmas has come on this night.
Above the ice queen,
A man in his sleigh can be seen
Riding through the moon and starlight.
She has been beaten again
By the happiness they proclaim,
So she blinks her snowy lashes, and The Ice Queen drifts away again...