Eirlys

there beyond the hills

captured in ice

suspended in time, out of time

watching spiderwebs of crystal spin by

there we draw the line

once upon a field of snow

feet move forward

entranced, to the entrance

a maw of stone and steel

once the sharpness and the difference

where only sweet as berries

her lips remained to kiss

cutting from a glass cage

as roses bloomed

where turned the page