With silver blue hair and eyes colder than ice
Dark as two coals that no fire could ever light
Winter has a paper thin blade that diamond couldn't slice
Winter who brings cold days and colder nights
A terrible beauty found in her cold smile
In the destruction in her marble cold face
A terrible beauty found in her style
And her deadly ice haze
Listen to the howling wind
It is Winter pouring out her rage
Winter in her blizzard wind
Winter who can no longer bear her cage
Feel the soft snow underneath her feet
It is winter's soft coat that you feel
A soft fur coat yet so cold without any heat
For the coat is a shield
A shield that hides Winter's demons
For around her stone heart
Despite her icy appearance
There is still a warm spark
A spark Winter would rather die than to show
To show that she is lonely when she is alone
A spark that is flickering in the snow
A spark underneath Winter's layers of ice and stone
Winter loves hiding behind a tree
As she watches the children play
Without a care in the world and so free;
Winter envies how they make snow spray
Of how they could make angels in the snow
In the snow that was a coat of a demon
Of how they were too innocent to know
That behind the tree there's a deadly woman
There is a thoughtful side of Winter
That you might never see or know about
For she is the one that makes wind chimes tinker
On a cold December when you're going out
For she is the one who makes it snow soft sometimes
So kids can come out and build snowmen at any time
With silver hair and eyes colder than ice
Dark as two coals that no fire could ever light
Winter has a side of her that is kind and nice
That no one sees and acknowledges with delight
But under her layers and layers of marble rock
Winter's warm heart has a seal that no one can unlock
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