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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 © | Year Posted 2016




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