She walks alone along dead frozen branches,

and cries every other step she glides in,

they say she sleeps where heavens clouds end,

they say shes a ghost with a lost life to mend.

Her eyes so dark and skin so pale,

a look to make a grown man ale,

she stands on waters like an angel in light,

and then she screams and puts even the vicious in fright.

No one has heared her story for never will she speak,

she is only caught when light is meak,

but I know why our ice mistress bleeds.

Shes waiting for her love,

whom left her for a war,

and promised to return where the ice meets the storm,

so to the ice we are evermore,

Now the town is iced so dead and cold,

she paces the snow hoping he is allways but a step ahead,

and with every step she turns to cry,

and with her every breathe this town to die.