The Snow Queen

Beautiful Nightshade,
Deathly lethal and cold.
The mighty winter woman,
her bitter winds she throws.

Eyes black as ice,
Soul the same dark shade.
She claims the faint of heart,
She lurks beyond the grave.

She was a gorgeous woman once,
in the time which she was bore.
She longed for love,
and nothing more.

She met the one to keep her,
and love her till the end.
Little did she know her lover,
would be her tragic end.

They walked against the garden wall,
on that cold winters eve.
The bite of a cold wind blew,
no one heard her scream.

They found her body in the snow,
her skin was icy cold,
and her eyes showed such a horror,
no mortal should ever know.

She watched them burn her body,
she vowed to on that day,
take all those that she could
in the exact same way.

Her hair is the branches iced
Her smile is the sovereign sun
Her hands glide across the road,
waiting for that special one.

Some will be too stubborn,
maybe drive a bit too fast,
then she'll send her minions,
luring her prey into a cold, eternal trap.

The howling wind her laughter,
as she claims another life,
because her heart is cold and lonely,
her soul is made of ice.

Although she is the Snow Queen,
her heart is burnt with pain,
and she's waiting for you just outside,
to play her sick cruel game.

Most will best her tricks,
she respects those who are smart,
but she'll never stop the devour,
of her diet: human hearts.

-Jessica Carpenter-

I was inspired to right this poem this morning on my way to school driving through the dangerous snow. I <3 it. The winter just reminds me so heavily of a woman, turned evil because of acts of aggression toward her. Her broken soul, like the winter scorned and hated, just longs for peace and rest, but finds what ever joy it can sucking human souls into her cold, deadly, white essence.