Of pale moon ghosts I reminisce
  on how I've froze
  in powdered woes  
And nothing good can come of this
  struck by love's
  snow lightning doves
And Lady Winter's frigid kiss
   like icebergs loosening my lips
   and sinking my relationships
In blizzards of cold-blooded bliss
  fearless should the pulsing stanch
  invincible my avalanche
All need for warmth I could dismiss
  when old King Candy cuts it clean
  in palaces of Queen Frostine
Pure wonderlands of happiness
  melt into my slippery streets
  than soon the Santa's sleigh retreats
Face down on pavements of abyss
  the black becomes all I can see
  come take this white away from me
Forget this ******* emptiness