Look, though, in the white glow,
There's a secret hidden well
For
There does dwell
The
Shuddering spell
Of an angel in the snow

Weakened veil, thin skin pale
Frost on soft lips blue
Wings
That once flew
By
Cold subdued
This shaking form so frail

Gentle glory, her dying story
Crushed by deceptive hand
The
Landscape grand
Just
As it planned
Has caught and chained its quarry

Surely, her security
Succumbed to darkened ice
The
Deadly price
This
World's device
Has caused the death of purity