Winter Woman
Again the winter woman comes
Noble blood of Norman sons
Exquisite and bawdy
Tresses falling frosty
The contents of my battle helm
Her cosmic cryogenic realm
Each eve she bear her chill to me
She'll have my oath and bended knee
Illumine blue and translucence
She is a truthful illusion
Eyes dusky clear
By what gate does she enter here?
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2016
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