She a snow angel
Ice in her hair
Rime in her eyes
Love's true disguise
Brittle and cold
Lips pressed firm
Impassive, she stares
Uncaring who yearns.

They bleed for her
She, unmoving
Poets and musicians
Artists work, proving
Mine! All cry
Possession's cost
Veiled in winter
She mourns no loss.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 641 AF.