I fear the Summer is lost.
The maiden of frost comes to tickle your skin,
you laugh
but you can't keep her out
she slips in.
He fingers so long
her nails clean and nice
her breath deep and husky,her
words full of ice.

Do you hear her call?
will you fall into her clutches?

She is the Duchess of darkening days
steeped in the ways of
the seasons that pass
awaiting her chance to turn
concrete to glass.

This maiden of frost looks demure,so pure,
she is not,
she's got a hidden agenda and
each time that she sends a
message to me
I know that there'll be
danger.