Frost blossoming on lifeless lips,

cheeks blushed with icy whispers,

ringlets of frozen curls framing

a face of soft, ageless pale...

.. of softly pointed elven ears,

torturous eyes sealed away,

i hope for my wishes to fly

for weak lips of mine to pray...

...of emptiness you leave me here,

crying in your fridged sleep,

too far for me to reach through, and

brush these tears of death away.