Beautiful

A single tear
falls down her cheeks
in the cold landscape
that is her spring
lilies grow
she´s an angel
a fae
her white wings soar
gently warm and tender
her long white hair
falls down her sides
she´s a beauty
her lips red as blood
her eyes two lavender flowers
or lilacs. Her smile, her
laughter like tinkling glasses.
A supernatural being, a elvish
queen. Her heart is a lily,
her skin like alabaster.
The moon a crescent made of
glass, and with flowers inside.
She has a white robe on,
and a crown.