• She is the maiden of Winter
    Her touch like piercing splinters
    Through your skin

    A blazing sun soldier
    His sword leaving smolders
    In its wake

    Though it may be a paradox
    The flame loved the ice
    Meeting at each equinox
    To which, each soul entice

    The problem was dire
    The maiden began to melt
    And, so dim was his fire
    Such pain they felt

    'Twas on their deathbed
    With a kiss so sublime
    Which they lay their head
    For the very last time

    And from their death
    Rose new children of life
    Taking in their first breath
    The fruits of old strife

    So sweet and calm, Spring
    The calm, yet firm Fall
    When flowers bloomed, the joy they'd bring
    And as their petals fell, he would carry their haul

    These two stood, hand in hand
    Any force they would withstand
    Two spirits, as if reborn
    Now walk with no need to mourn~