Tresses of hair cascading behind
Gentle footsteps caressing her pride
Yards of white tulle and satin hide
her moon-soaked stature; so divined
A glowing aura she emanates; so bright
Each step she takes spawns ripples in time
Her winged soldiers waltz mid-flight
as she sings and summons the frozen clime
Her sight; a blessing or a curse, unsure
Her beauty; chilling, yet a promiscuous lure
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
Tresses of hair cascading behind
Gentle footsteps caressing her pride
Yards of white tulle and satin hide
her moon-soaked stature; so divined
A glowing aura she emanates; so bright
Each step she takes spawns ripples in time
Her winged soldiers waltz mid-flight
as she sings and summons the frozen clime
Her sight; a blessing or a curse, unsure
Her beauty; chilling, yet a promiscuous lure
A poem embodying the harbingers of
a December winter
