Winter Wind

A cold harsh reality

A bitter bite

She's quite the mean one

Caught up in the spirit of the fight

Blue like the water who is covered
Eyes deep like the crystalline snow

Do they see clearly the sky

As there are but a few clouds this day

Do they shine with the lust of blood

She is silent yet strikes hard

A battle axe, her weapon of choice

Do you think she knows

Right and wrong

Or has it all been conceived as

Alive or dead

They challenge her every day

A mere female they do scoff

They will speak no more

As humiliation has a way of catching you unawares

Daughter of Winter

How gracefully she does glide

And so her axe is her best friend

Second only to her

Pride.