Rawr.
Glaciette
by Nyan Cat Desu
There she comes, laying her frilly elegant train
With a wave of her hand, gives you chills down your mane
When she grins through her flashy silver teeth
The only color she will spare is in the wreath.
Dancing, the trail she leaves
Covers the gray bare trees
Glows brightly, proud and pure
Only of royal worth allure.
What name must such beauty possess
Passing by my window glass?
With a touch to freeze it, my eyes and my mind
Will be stolen, to everything else blind.
Causing the waters to freeze into place
Makes you wish for but a taste of her embrace
Casting one fresh whisper, gains nature's surrender
"I am the Queen of the month of December."