I've been where the Ice Queen reigns
where the dome of the sky when she is
in residence shines its silvery hue below
and her courtiers are never distant from
her command, the disciples of deep winter.
Snow sits obediently at her dainty blue feet
and Wind communes above with Sleet
and Snow awaiting her orders on any given
winter day. Her diaphanous mantle of
scintillating silver borrowed from the sky
spread sedately about her she observes her
queenly estate festooned in a fine filigree
of lacework shimmering from tree steeple
to fast-frozen forest brook meandering the
sleeping garden of her winter-bound estate.
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