Lady of the dusk
and form of the light
Brisk and solid
Stiff around night....
Behold her crevices sheer
So long her presence here
Hammered into shape
She melts to the touch

With a crown on her skull
and a dusty white gown never dull
children giggled in the snow that day
watery moon eyes looked above
into silence, frozen motion and they looked at her with love......

their imagination grabbed their hairs
the lady was a queen of Bel aire
with three hundred carriages
Gold tinted windows
and lavish gowns stitched into jewels,
soft voice, loved by some and feared by many
She was the ruler and empress
A warrior and fearless, but loving to all

Eyes among many but few could gather
A butterfly wing in immediate flight
Alluring and sharp many couldn't fall out,
She wrapped them in her arms

fingers sharp as teeth
suddenly the legs show a crack beneath
the sun is beaming, but the children aren't gleaming
the glisten they were dreaming is puddling around them
Flood of the night and storming warriors
Intruders catch her breathe and they soon seize the kingdom
Doomed and lost
the little girl imagines
She bleeds in the night with a crack in her eye

Their beloved snow queen, it was gone
Their imagination of her is alone
only crys and hushed goodbyes