The Ice-Princess; Part-2 Poem by Abhilaasha Singh

The ice princess lay,
in her coffin of ice.
While in a parallel world,
was a man young, but wise.
Who had heard of the princess' spell of doom,
and wanted to bring her back,
to the world where flowers bloomed.

He mounted his horse,
set off on his quest.
To the place where the sun rose,
not in the East, but West.
He had hope in his heart,
and dreams in his eyes.
To bring back to life,
whatever there might lie.

He reached for her hand,
so cold and blue.
And wherever he stepped,
life sprung anew.
The frozen blades of grass,
The wild Gooseberries.
The once frozen river,
and bright red cherries.

The ice Princess lay,
in a cave by his right.
He ran to her side,
as though he were her knight.
He touched cheek,
as he carried her out.
She opened her eyes,
and out of joy,
he let out a shout.

As warm as spring,
as radiant as the sun.
Her beauty was rivaled,
far and wide, by none.
With a soft warm touch,
and jolly air,
She had been revived from,
the clutches of despair.

Together they rode,
to lands far away.
Conquered with love,
Whoever came by their way.
They ruled as one,
His kingdom and hers.
Brushing aside,
all that could wound or hurt.