The Snow Queen

Her snow-white face
and frosty robe
drift swiftly through
the land to probe
the dusty field,
the muddy road,
the garden that
had once been hoed.
How bittersweet
her beauty shows
so passionate
her seed she sows.
Alone, she walks
alone, she sleeps.
She cannot love,
she only weeps.
So her vengeance
may be strong
when loneliness
has struck her wrong.
Seduction of
the land is hers,
attacking the adulterers,
the good, the bad,
the dead, the green.
She kills them all,
this Winter Queen.



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