Winter's snow will fall
And so will her hands
Upon the icy realization
Of her perpetual solitude.
Who needs warmth
Under the frost's embrace?
The frosted wind will be the only caress
On the fair-skinned maiden's cheek.
Wretched be the man who wisps her gaze,
Guiding her aimlessly through the forest
Blanketed cozily in white snow,
For he only seeks his own gains.
He crushed the crystalline icicles
Which she held so dearly.
Smooth, frozen beauty,
Pure and untainted,
Shattered like the clearest glass.
The animals wept for her
And the skies cried,
And like her tears,
Only ice did fall.
