The coldness of the hoar frost has taken hold

Of a heart doomed to be alone and bold

To live a life devoid of love and care

No fruit of affection to show or share

For the chill winter has entered the inner chambers

Of the Thin White Queen to rebuff the strangers

That show the interest in her frail form

Cast from Adamantium and long time born

To bear the weight of her sins reprieve

On the upper arm of her delicate sleeve

The chilly night will keep her safe and warm

From loves cold blast and the morning dawn

Colder still from days gone by

Hope lost and the question why

Is never resolved for the White King is lost

And she left to suffer the arrows of riposte.