by Vinny Knowles

Created on: January 03, 2011

Dressed in a white and flowing gown

Exquisite features with hair flowing down

She walks the streets in blizzard storms

Enticing men to follow her home

Many a man has watched from his glass

As she lured from the storm with a hand out stretched

Many a weak and lusting lass

Has went to their death as her beauty they fetched

Many men, not content, have left warm abodes

Leaving all that is dear they struck out in the mist

They follow the Lady down a dead end road

And when the storm ends they are found dead in a drift

They call her the Snow Queen, a beauty indeed

But none has attained her, she is only a myth

Of true love, satisfaction, a chance to be free

She lures men out and then kills with her kiss

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