《The Rime of the Frostmaiden》
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.
Soverign of Summers Lost,
General of Winter's War;
Long live the Queen of Cold and Frost.
May she reign forevermore. |