The Snow Queen

He wandered in a country lane

Beside a hedgerow, in the rain,

And heard a voice, so sweet and low,

‘Oh sir, why have you left me so?’

 

The rain was but an April shower

She sat beneath a willow bower,

And through the hedge, he saw her face

Such radiance, such gentle grace.

 

She plucked the petals from some flower

As if to mark this fateful hour,

And chanted in a muse, begot,

‘He loves me,’ and, ‘he loves me not.’

 

The voice was musical and deep

Beguiling him, as if from sleep,

And drew him through the hedgerow gap,

To where this wondrous vision sat.

 

She looked at him, her eyes of ice

Then dropped, so he’d not see them twice,

‘Good sir, if it should please you here

Sit with me, be of goodly cheer.’

 

He sat, as if one hypnotised

And sought to gaze into her eyes,

But she, demure, stared at the ground

To hide her secrets, so profound.

 

‘I heard your sadness and refrain,

What brings you to rehearse your pain?’

She whispered sad, her tale of woe,

‘He went where all my lovers go.’

 

‘Then they are fools,’ the man exclaimed,

‘Your loveliness should bring you fame,

My heart beats at the thought of you

But loving me, as those you do.’

 

‘You are so sweet,’ she then replied,

‘And kind I know, though you have lied,

I am not worthy of such praise,

As I have learnt, these latter days.’

 

‘I must repeat, my words are true,

I sit besotted here with you,

Should you give me the merest chance

To love you…’ She spared him a glance.

 

Her eyes were blue, ice blue and cold

Though he took heart, her glance was bold,

He reached out to embrace her hand

As snow fell gently, through the land.

 

Her skin was cold, and in its grip

He shivered at the thought of it,

As up his arm her fingers spread

Such cold, his thoughts had turned to dread.

 

She pulled him closer, turned her lips

Towards him, gave him one sweet kiss

That sent ice shivers down his spine,

While ice caves crept into his mind.

 

The snow fell faster, bleak and white

She kept him frozen there all night,

And sighed, ‘a pity, love is true,

But I must do what I must do!’

 

She smiled at last, sang one high note

Then sank her teeth into his throat,

And as his heartbeat fed the flood,

She gorged on his untainted blood.

 

At last she stood, and wiped her lips,

‘So sad, it has to come to this,

But love serves me, one common theme

To feed the lust of the… Snow Queen!’

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Oh, I have read many poems of vampire lust and the compelling desire to have the need for blood fulfilled, but I must say David that I have not read of needs met in such a "chilling" way! The Snow Queen cast her spell on the man who was obviously so starved for attention and love that he allowed himself to be seduced by one who took from him until his death! I ponder how many men fall to the wiles of women who look at them as "must have" targets and then bleed them dry.....lol (Not meaning to make fun of your wonderful, and creative write). His blood was untainted - so unsuspecting was the poor fellow!
Bravo.......I really love this one my friend!!

[Valentine]

Fantastic write as always..I have read this before and loved it then..Kathie

[ROSALIND]

You have such a great gift and i enjoy all your poems thanks Rosalind

[Cordelia Izolda]

very, very well done, the rhyming was very smooth. the mood was almost haunting, I honestly didn't expect for her to be a vampire, but that is one thing that makes her a snow queen. I wonder, how did you come up with the idea, what was your inspiration?

[Michael X]

"Snow Queen" Epic invoke. Well written dream David

[Forgotten]

Oh I liked this alot! It really flowed beautifully and the structure of you rhymes is something itself to be in awe at. I loved the ending it was so sudden and turned the whole poem around. Great work from a master of words.

[Marie]

I have heard somewhere before of the Snow Queen.
But I didn't know she'd turn out to be a vampire...

[David Scott]

Oh my David... He does so wish that he is still desirable. I think he would, I think, be glad to give his last drop to this beauty that claims to feel desire for him. Yet she will never desire his living value. She will never have patience to learn the mysteries that would stop her soul from craving. No, she will take what she has learned to need and search the frozen landscape lonely for her next victim...
Or something like that... Ha
Oh my, I did enjoy this!