Winter Is King

Berries are frozen
Out in the holly again
Laurel is glistening
And winter is whispering
He is king
A delicate crystal mask
Charming each blade of grass
Branches all coral cloaked
Tatooing the rosy snow
The sun is low
Woo!
I will not run
Can’t wait to meet
The monarch of the season
Crowned as the liege of snow deep
Icicle mornings
Venus is still calling
Luna is queen of the sky
And winter is king tonight
Burn fire bright
Woo!
I will not run
Can’t wait to meet
The monarch of the season
Crowned as the liege of snow deep