The cold air rises from the crystalline surface,
Soft, caressing icy fingers
As the maiden Zeal's ghostly whisper
Swirls in the wind like silk and lace,
And her pale hands stroke your face.

"Take mine hand, gentle soul," she coos low in your ear.
The wintry kiss of the arctic lingers
From her misty lips of aether.
"I shall taketh thee to a place quite near,
Where the ocean begins and the ice runs clear."

With nary a thought you nod to her your consent,
And her ethereal hand you grasp with yours.
She turns her gaze to the distance,
And across the glacial plains of vast extent
She leads you along with cloaked intent.
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Me note: Well I got this in an e-mail, I have no clue who wrote it but it ended in with Kula Diamond. I gave her a reveiw it seems...yet I have no clue off of WHAT, so Kula Diamond, if you're reading, and you didn't want anyone else to read this, please forgive me...and ummm...@_@; Reveiw......hnnnn