Her once pristine white cape

Now a moltted gray

Scared daily by the returning warmth

Rivers of sweat poured from her wounds

As she grudgingly retreated north

Long had she been queen of all

Bitter her wrath in the long dark night

Her breath of chilled death

Her brutal icey grip

Gave power over all

Dark brown earth seeking warmth

Sprouted green even as she cried

Her last battles were bitter

As she cried over the coming long wait

That she knew was her fate