The lady of frost
Cold to the touch
Cascading ice
Like a frozen lake
Enough to send shivers
Down your spine
Changing the world
From her internal heat
Radiating
Like a fire so blue
Pleasant to the eye
And always kind
Full of love
Enough to say goodbye
With the colors glistening
In every light
Be wary of how you treat
The woman who creeps
In the darkest of night
If you rub her wrong
She will always bite
If you get the chance
She's a sight to see
When she shines
In all of her glee
The lady of frost
Is a mystery
You never know
What just may be
A walking
Masterpiece
The kind of art
That strives to be
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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