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