My Winter Lady

Her heart cold as ice

her silvery hair a frosty gale

her eyes are chips of shattered ice

to each door death, she brings

her heart black as twilight

her intentions to bring us pain

she blankets us in frozen death

some ner to rise again

If thou wish to flee my lady's clutches

keep close all you hold dear

trust the warmth of your hearth

your family, friends, and love

once a frosty gale now

lo the spring has come