Abre de Vie

The Tree that grew,
from that icy Seed,
was nursed from Sexfyre,
was watered with need,
was grown with a question,
and held by a God,
A lord of Winter,
a heart that was thawed,
the Nymph did know,
what it did,
it destroyed that frost,
The winter King,
cold no more,
now He's spring,
Who knows what's in store...