Ice Ice Baby


Light runs down on her cold skin

As she stands atop the hill,

The first of this age-old kin,

She brings to watchers a thrill

That exceeds comprehension,

Her delicate complexion

In the barren lands up north

Brings the greatest courage forth.

By the hand that gave her life

– With his inner love in tune –

Through the sharp edge of the knife

Shines the sun, dances the moon.


TLMS anyone?


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