The White Lady

~~The White Lady~~

Strength lies behind cold eyes,
A strength that is yet to be tested.
When the day comes her spirit flies,
Her strength shall not be bested.

White her skin and gold her hair,
They glimmer in the untainted sun.
Cold though still in dawn’s first glare,
By her stroke shall a darkness be undone.

Death’s dark hand reaches for the cold one,
But life is given; partly returned.
Slowly waking, finding he, that Second son,
Finding that warmth that shall not be spurned.

Life is come again
To the White Lady.