She rustled her leaves back and forth
Sweeping a nation of winter
Through the villages below.
How could they feel
This anger, hatred
Without winter closing upon them?
Darkness in a tower
Shadows lingering longer
Than daylight had planned.
Whispers were shrieks
To those unshielded ears
Unbowed, unobedient.
Children not yet warned
Would stare in awe
Horrific shadows cast.
Amidst harsh coldness
Sat iron gates, locked
Winter, forever exposed.
Queen of the North Sea
Angular and majestic
Ruthless and cold.
