Winter Princess
Facing the fury of the snow,
She wears a muslin shift,
Her eyes are the color of the snow at midnight,
Her movement soft and swift,
Ice crystals glisten in her hair,
like a Tiara shining in the cold.
Embraced in a blanket of frost,
She believes she will never grow old,
Her lips set in a determined smile,
holding her lovely head high,
She will live and die the Winter Princess,
That honor she won't be denied.