The mystical night hums in ecstacy
Zephyr pranced with a new vigor
Caressing softly, the tiny, delicate speck of verdant, that still shivers
“She is here, finally, the glorious Spring goddess, dressed in her flamboyant garb.
Today they hold the secret meeting, before he, the Winter King must part.
They hold each other for one last time, his frosty lips melting under her warmth
Indicating it was time to let her reign
For he had lost his claim, though not forever
And then he lay dormant with her memories to savour…