Princess Of Snow Poem by Anya C

Princess of snow wads in the frost deep
Where men pocketed before wolves
And their courage knelt soft to weep

In the dark dreary bloom
Patrols those lands white
In the pitiful pit of gloom
Struts the epitome of light

These epaulets of corsages
Waft a scent so striking
Her tenets read of Heavens
But the Netherlands go ryking

Armed with wool of ice, the shoulders face cold
Brumes don't dither any; icy courage they behold

Armies had genuflected at the show of spiky mountains
But a woman's resolve's an ocean— splurts abound in fountains

The Princess of snow
Walks with her pack
On this kindness aglow
No evil can attack

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