The Ice Queen and the Bard

Far far away on one sweet night
Under the pure cold moonlight

A bard was travelling, a young man
Carrying a lute, was singing then.

Enchanting yard he came across
(It might have been passed by Jack Frost)

And then he saw her, crystal star,
Only this time she wasn’t far,

The fairest maiden of them all.
He fell in love and dared to call

Her with his sweetest melody.
Thank Heavens for she didn’t flee,

So graceful she remained to stand
On balcony till the song’s end.

Then suddenly fragile she spoke,
Her voice was rustling like an oak:

“Look at the statues in my yard.
They’re solid ice, oh, na;ve bard.

Oh, don’t come close, I beg you, please.


A maiden made of ice can’t love…
I’ll give you though my icy glove

To thank you for your lullaby,
So soft and sweet as our goodbye…”

Her glove, caught nimbly by the bard
Beneath her balcony. Too hard

To part. He kissed it, sic he felt.
This touch of love caused ice to melt.

30.03.2018