The Face of The “Dark Snow Queen”

She is a figure of ice. A lady so cold, Is she new or old? Her short ivory hair wrapped so tight In smart bounding curls Cascading in swirls. A face so delicate, like A doll’s porcelain face. A face to embrace. Black lashes of black feathers. Moist lips of pure blue, A soft diamond hue. Her skin seems to whisper, Speak ethereal, “I am an angel.”