Lady Winter

She comes on her silver steed,
Black hair entwined in an icy breeze,
Face turned to the stars as she rides beneath.

Fractals and flurries cling to her tresses,
Crystals and curls sweep over her dresses,
Winding down her arms like shining caresses.

A glancing touch leaves shimmering trace,
Whorling over wood and the frozen lake,
Holding the world in a feathery embrace .

White and blue and silver ribbons,
Lacy ice flies from her hands.
Thin and sharp as weapons.

Kissed by frost and loved by snow,
She brings the cold wherever she goes.

Note

I have been suffering from a lack of lyrical inspiration.
I have also decided to go full-out geek and enjoy myself.
I have thus been inspired to pen a few poems describing my OCs.
I have come up with many of these, and they are just floating around in my head, so why not?

(OC stands for "original character".)