Mama, queen of frozen wastes, sits at the base of a lonely throne
and Papa comes and loves the diamonds
she shed upon her cheeks when she felt alone

I, the daughter, heir to lands of No Mortal and No Warmth
was named as the Mistress of Misery
Blitzaushiiva- Empress to an Empty North

Mama passes quietly and my skin turns white like snow
and Papa gives me all his strength
before he follows her to the Nothing far below

I, the guard, stand watch at the Edge and wait
for diamonds to litter the ice at my feet
but they never fall, and my heart hardens in their place

Mama said not to worry, and Papa never let me cry
but the Winter comes without warning, and you cannot stand the cold,
so I sought warmth and whispered yes.

But it was a lie.