Cold comforts are your frozen repose,
The shield and the maiden’s frozen toes,
Tipping in defence of Winter’s throes,
Holding power only an Empress knows.

Comes a conqueror’s horse and lance,
A foolish heart must take its chance,
And tempt with fate this mortal’s dance,
Upheld in song – is love’s true stance.

Here in my lines made to suffer still,
Knowing the brunt of the coming will,
My empty cup will not half fill,
Holding fortune alone here on my hill.

Admire this woman bright in her day,
With blood, milk and honey she’ll pay,
Soon she is gone but her ghost might stay,
Mother and child must learn to play.

© A Fantazien Window 2023