Misty haze
drifts off the ice.
Cold. Empty. Lonely.
Nothing but cold air
all around chilling your skin.
Out of the mist,
she appeared.
Gliding gracefully
across the ice,
parting wisps of white.
Bringing with her,
warmth and beauty.
She is an Ice Angel.
Not cold in anyway,
but warm in everyway.
An angel that doesn’t fly
across the infinite sky,
but one that flies across
crystalline ice.
She saved me
from a cold empty realm.
She froze me fears,
and warmed my soul.
She is the
Ice Angel.
