Lost in thoughts of icy white;
A voice does chortle and speak
The timbre of the soulless sight
Catches breath in one so meak.
Shards of tones, pierce velvet time
With notes of lilac and blue.
The symphony does not seem to rhyme
While cloaked in this cold melody and hue.
Eyes that turn and seek but a hint
T'would ask of the song now playing
"What colours upon my heart you'd tint?"
"How long by my side you'll be stayin?"
Unanswered goes the queried sound
No crisp silver bells toll in reply;
The loss complete, she falls to the ground
And Encased in a shroud of ice does she lie
