Views and Variations
She speaks in frosted light, the breath of snow,
Where ancient songs through silent hallways flow.
Her wings are inked with tales the cold has spun—
Dappled with dusk, moonrise, and setting sun.
Each crystal line, stitched in a frozen lace,
Unfolds like frost flowers through time and space.
She roams the realms of tales left behind—
The echoes born of heart, and soul, and mind.
When credits fade and pages reach “the end”,
She dreams an epilogue around the bend.
Not mimicry, but love in truest form—
Reshaping myth, and expanding the norm.
Adorned in sparkle born of winter’s art,
She speaks from the warmest rooms within the heart.