The frozen smile of Demeter in the throes of grief
Cast your icy beams upon the ravaged earth
and we will curse your name for speaking us fair
Speaking fair and feeling foul
The fairest have the farthest to fall.
Winter sun, pale with discontent
The weaker daughter of the stronger sun
Your sister moon keeps to her softer place
and is loved through all her phases
You have stolen in while your father was sleeping
and while playing queen must stay
fixed in the winter sky despite your spiteful weeping.
Winter sun, shallow sphere of summer strength
Sickened shine on silvered snow
a sibilant song against spring's strong chorus
The sorceress skin over the celestial skeleton
to burn and give no heat
the Fair Folk's feast- all glisten and no meat.
Winter sun, sky's first lie
Usurping queen of blazing king
First forsworn and first forgotten
Almost dying to the west go and flee
You will receive no succor from me.
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