Winter Cry

Nov 22, 2007 - 17:42 PM PST

Dance O' silver winged fairy'
Let free you gem like touch.
A crystal realm is yours to have'
Let lose your cold finger and hold on to no restraint...
Sweet careless Jack creating and distorting.
I will find my self in your cold embrace and remember that I am alive.
I will feel your sting your cutting nips.
I will for you shiver...
Old spirit of frost dearest friend of mine.
I look upon your world with wonder.
Precious gems you have created each different each flawless.