Baronhawk's Nest

Upon icy slopes
caressed by freezing winds
on a frozen mountain top
the Ice Queen holds her court

sitting upon a throne of snow and ice
flanked by icicles as javelin strikes
adorned by jewels of snowy drops
white, delicate, preciously regal

clad in royal garments of pure silver white
made of snowflakes linked by frozen tears
her hair as ebony raven jet black
flowing down beyond cold shoulders

her beauty is etched in ice
a face sculptured to perfection
cold blue-black lips frozen in a smile
mocking, inviting, deathlessly cynical

and her eyes.. oh her terrible eyes..
those twin pools of musty earthly brown
irising upon harsh wintry white orbs
with daggers for looks, an icy cold that freezes souls

but beyond this frozen layer
beneath the icy facade
lies a heart that beats violent thunders
whose caring alone could floor, the oceans of the world

in her gentle tender care
through her wrist-bone breaking lessons
many an errant spaced out cadet
learned to walk, tiptoeing on terrestrial lands

upon leaving these frozen freezing landscapes
on my way to warmer springtime thaws
I looked fondly to these gentle wintry mountains
where the Ice Queen holds her court.