Oh! Winter's Princess

Where the heart of Ice and souls are none

There was a Princess whose heart was numb,

For inside she was Cold by her nature's Christ

She breathes only Snow and demands of Ice

Adorned with flakes and daring spikes.

She rules the world of Winter's coven

For divine right's blood adores her by the dozen.

Her beauty attracts the most handsome of suiters

Whome fall onto bended knees with kind purposals.

They catch her dark eye but she does not try

for the Royal seers see this in no future-

See Love in no soul - by the use the Sun's men at their lustfull disposal.

The Queen dares to call herself a Virgin -Oh!-

The lying heart is filled with woe!

Crying - oh, crying, the Princess weeps

Seeing her mother's lust in heeps.

Oh, the Raven hair of the Royal dame

Cast into the air by a flowing breeze;

She stands tall by her silver Mare and his silver curling mane,

Chained by soft - blue diamond reigns,

Adorned in strapless chiffon and lace of pearly pristine

With Lilies of three and a dozen Oleander

Entangled in her dusky locks are

White as the Snow surrounding her -so incitingly desirable

As her curls twist in tumble by the blows of dusty furrows.

The Sky is bleak with foggy incentives

Leaving the Howls who sit in twos of silent festive

Toons as they perch a top the stone statures.

Oh! the dearest Princess gazes off into the Winter's Wonderland,

She sighs and turns to see a small brush of Roses,

Untouched by Winter's chilling zest

Frivolous Roses indeed, she thinks, touching a petal with the palm of her hand

So warm was this petal of bloody design -so beautiful was this petal- so soft and sublime.

If only her heart could hold such heat,

She would love with the hottest of passions and banish this Winter of its Icy Conquests.