Snow Queen

I know of the real snow queens,

the ones that live among us.

She has colored eyes,

some unique tinge between blue and green.

Her hair is some special shade of flaxen,

an untouchable, elongated veil of soft gold.

Her corpse is voluptuous. Rounded

and curved is her beguiling form.

To watch her move is to be mesmerized

by moving grace

and when she is at rest, she is as the soulless deer,

frozen in her gait.