Frostmaiden by Paul Kennelly June 2008
in the shadows of the evening, she creeps along the sill,
a freshness and a crispness to behold
but her kiss it can be deadly, her advances , they can kill
in her chilling arms your body, she’ll enfold
with deepest winter howling and wailing at your door
she will enter through your shutters with a smile
she will sink her freezing teeth, into your neck, just like a claw
then sit and watch you freeze there for a while
so, when winter freezes fjords and the longboats cannot sail
build up your hearths and make your fires roar
for, Frostmaiden, she is coming, dressed in a misty veil
to bring the kiss of death beneath your door
in the shadows of the evening, she creeps along the sill,
a freshness and a crispness to behold
but her kiss it can be deadly, her advances , they can kill
in her chilling arms your body, she’ll enfold
with deepest winter howling and wailing at your door
she will enter through your shutters with a smile
she will sink her freezing teeth, into your neck, just like a claw
then sit and watch you freeze there for a while
so, when winter freezes fjords and the longboats cannot sail
build up your hearths and make your fires roar
for, Frostmaiden, she is coming, dressed in a misty veil
to bring the kiss of death beneath your door
