We bow to She who wears the crown;
Let the world shiver with dread.
Clad
in winter’s whitest gown,
Her snow enshrouds the dead.
Her fury sheds but frozen tears
as gray clouds issue forth.
Her wind
across the wasteland shears,
bringing blizzards from the north.
Ice-kissed flowers caught mid-bloom,
beauty kept in all its grace.
Summer’s
gone to its silent tomb,
stilling in Her cold embrace.
All the world in winter’s white,
sheathed in sleet and ice.
Set upon
never-ending night,
She conjures paradise.
Behold Her everlasting rime,
see how it covers all;
Weep not for
those She traps in time
behind Her glacial wall.
Sovereign of summers lost,
general of winter’s war;
Long live the
queen of cold and frost.
May She reign forevermore.