Winter's breeze made pink roses bloom,

Upon her pale-ish cheeks.

Snowflakes crowned around her head,

Atop her widow's peak.

Hair as fair as winter's delight

Of freshly fallen snow,

Gave herself the appearance

Of a moonlit, ethereal glow.

Eyes as blue as frozen ice,

No flicker of warmth inside,

Heart as cold as chilly stone,

Laughter and joy, on her lips, have died.