Queen of Winter

Winter is coming, I can hear the gentle murmur of your skirts in the rustling of the leaves. Here we are again, together, you and I. Queen of Winter, how I long to gaze into your glacier blue eyes. How I long to touch your raven hair. How I long to stand close to your breast, your frigid breath against my face. And yes, Dear, how I long to kiss your black lips, and die. Queen of winter. I long for you.