Through glacial eyes and ashen features,
Ageless, her pallid, youthful looks belie
An eternity of existence amongst the white;
The harshness of snow and ice is all she knows.
Clad as she is, in her robes of hoar frost,
Snowflakes clinging to silver eyelashes
She sweeps the lands of all the world,
Mayhap, in a cold fury, she shall be harsh,
And livestock and simple folk shall suffer for it.
Or in her frozen embrace shall plants and bones
Be bleached to purity before their next quickening.
Whether bleak or bracing, all know the kiss
Of her waxen lips and the touch of her wan hand
As she rides, swift and sure on her pale horse.
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and sit on the swings
let's hold hands
and speak sweet things
I am Scorpius Malfoy in the deviantART Harry Potter Crew!
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