Crystal
Cloak
Ælfhild Wiklund
Water freezes in many a form
From the solid ice to
snowflakes lace
From frosty heritage is the
Crystal Cloak born
A shimmering testimony to
winter's grace,
Woven lightly, loose and
chill
Cold's child of water,
nipping
Insulates the land still
The trees and creatures,
kipping,
When it captures beams of
light
It promptly frees them from
its prisms
In dancing rainbows bright
They elude the eye till
shadow schisms
Receive there due as rest
for sight
Peace and calm amid the fray
Then dancing sparkles tempt
the eyes
Drawn back with magic allure
fey
Crystalline beauty from heat
shies
Lest it's delicate structure
melt away,
Cold born, cold form
Traps heat to shelter life
In the morn, clearly torn
For heat will wreck its
strife.
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