Oh, what a lady you are —
Born a Juliet of summer songs,
Soft with silk dreams,
And golden promises.
But life raised you,
To become Cleopatra of your own.
To not believe in forevers,
But create your own existence.
Oh! What a pretty sight
When everything fell apart.
Only for you to survive
And live in embers.
To warm your hands
To create a kingdom,
Where cold
Could never seeped through.
You befriended the winter,
So it's frost cannot bite you.
The snow became your shield,
The wind became your bow.
And oh! What a pretty sight!
Of a lady you've become.
From princess to warrior,
From armour to crown.