Mabon, Lady of the fall. A Princess of Autumn in all her glorious warmth. Rosy red cheeks and features so fair, her brown eyes reflective to wisdom no mortal can compare.
When the last leaf falls and an icy breath sweeps in, the Autumn Princess realises the Samhain change is soon to begin.
With frozen whispers ghostly as claws tantalise and tease her prison within, to once again release an evil dripping in sin.
The clutches of frost in its tightened grasp, squeezing out the last remnants of warmth in a breathless gasp!
Her mind guided into a shell of sleepless rest. Skin cold to the touch and consumed in an ice-like nest. All flailing ceases when a goddess becomes possessed.
Thawed from the crystal fractures of a sharpened blast. Her heart cold as stone wandering through a snow globe valley lost and alone.
When winters work is over and done the Ice Queen gazes into the distance of a new rising sun.
The solstice has at last begun.