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.