In the coldest kingdom,
In the highest point of the great frigid north,
Existed a being,
Known as the Wintersmith.
And he ruled over the Kingdom of Ice.
As the ruler of the winter season,
He was a creature by and large of perfection,
He did what he always had as nature planned,
Without relying on rhyme or reason.
And so he ruled for eons,
Without fail,
Bringing the harshest of hail,'
And sometimes the lightest of gales,
But though he was to be unfeeling,
Through each trip to deliver winter he ended up stealing,
Glances at the mortals' lives below.
And so through centuries, millennia and eons of observation,
He grew to be filled with consternation,
For though they were mere humans,
They possessed what he could not,
Not treasure, for his was bountiful,
Not power, for his far exceeded theirs,
Not length of life,
For they were young and he was old,
But they indeed possessed warmth within their hearts,
While his remained frigid and cold.
Winter was ageless,
Forever visiting each year,
And yet it seemed there was no one person he could call dear,
Frustrated and confused he blew through distant lands,
Until it occurred to him…what if he had hands,
And arms and legs to walk the earth,
A body and a face to show filled with mirth,
A heart to beat in time to another's,
And so the Wintersmith decided to become a human.
As a man, Winter remained still lonely,
Until another kindred spirit he found,
A woman, quite beautiful, never in his eyes homely,
With a vibrancy and life that belied her mortality,
With eyes like summer skies,
A heart like a lion,
She seemed to be the missing piece that he'd searched for so long.
And Winter himself was so filled with adoration,
That in his frozen mind the idea grew,
That his snowflakes as white and perfect as they were,
Might be more beautiful …if they resembled her too?
And he saw that his gifts wrought in her delight,
Her face full of joy, happy and bright,
And since he longed to see her smile full of such holy light,
He pondered why not make winter more long,
For if his gifts made her happy,
Then certainly it could not be wrong.
And the skies grew dimmer,
And the wind grew harsher,
And the temperature dropped as his feelings grew,
He longed to stay with her forever
So he decided to leave the Kingdom of Ice for a home anew,
One more near to his paramour,
And the frigid advances of the season,
Came to knock at everyone's doors.
Winter, himself, was finally happy,
Could finally experience that emotion called love,
No, Winter would never leave,
So feeling his little one, his lyubimyĭ , tugging at his sleeve,
He took her hand and did endeavor,
To make good on his promise,
And stay by her side…
Forever.
