Softly the words whisper,
Encircling my mind and trapping my thoughts,
Words of life, of warmth,
Voices telling me of freedom from my icy crypt.
Your words fill me with hope,
Your golden eyes give my heart a new rhythm to beat to,
Only your breath may melt the shards of ice caught in my veins.
' Features frozen for eternal beauty,
Oh, my sculptured angel of the glaciers,
When shall your eyes, hardened by the winter seasons, open,
And capture my pulse in mid beat?
' When again shall your bitter voice sound,
A note so pure to make the trees shudder off their leaves,
And cause their branches to hang like scars in the shadowed sky?
' Your crystal coffin shall encase you no longer,
Too long have I waited to feel your deadly embrace,
The rest of my mortal soul for you I\'d give,
Just to see your star dusted eyes flicker to my touch. '
Break through my crystal cage,
Release me once more from my mountain grave,
And warm me with your kiss.
Fade my blue skin into the shining white of snow under a full moon,
Take me to where the sun\'s rays will falter on my bare arms,
And all will hear the harsh murmuring threat of winter.
Bleak outlooks and a morbid ambiance,
Raise our love to the Heavens above,
And may the stars bless our snow with their sparkle.
\"My arctic promise\"
*Just a note, this poem is about a mortal man falling in love with the Winter Goddess. His words are in the inverted commas, and the bit written at the end in the speech marks belong to both of them*
