Her eyes were blue
like ancient deep ice
her hairs were white
like clouds in the sky
She tried to love
a man from the land
of the living and the godless
where the dead remains dead
The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear
One night of winter
she appeared to him
“I desire you,
as Winter the Spring” she said
She hold his hands,
then their lips joined,
but that touch freezed him
he fell to the ground, dead
The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear
horror and guilt
invaded the dame,
horror and guilt
became her name
her tears were snow,
her cries were freeze,
turning to a storm
her funeral weep
