Post by Artemis on Dec 12, 2009 8:39:36 GMT -5
Father Frost
Father Frost lived in a cold white world,
Watching winter as she unfurled
Her frozen locks of greyish hair
‘mongst fields of snow and hedgerows bare.
One day a pretty girl was left,
Her father turned and ran bereft.
The girl was kind, polite and fair
Father Frost took her into his care.
He gave her trinkets, gowns and jewels
Which matched her eyes, so blue like pools.
One day he showed her safely home
So now she had no need to roam.
Ice in his heart to tears had turned
And a fire in his grey eyes daily burned.
The beautiful girl so kind and true
Had been the only friend he knew.
He’d heard a story from cousin Jack,
The girl’s wicked stepmother hadn’t wanted her back.
Father Frosts gifts were taken from her hands
Then she sent her own child to those frozen lands.
Rude and mean to Father Frost
He left her alone in the dark and lost.
Greed and ignorance he could not abide
So he left her freezing cold, she died.
Father Frost helped many in winters past,
The kind stayed long while long months passed.
The ungrateful and greedy always fell to their death
Words of help written by their icy breath.
Father Frost still writes on your window panes,
Each morning you’ll see his work engrained.
His ice blue eyes still search for her
As he turns water hard and adds sparkles to the firs.
This was a challenge for TPS 'fairytale character'. It's a Russian fairytale, well very losely based on it and the character Father Frost is my own interpretation ....
Father Frost lived in a cold white world,
Watching winter as she unfurled
Her frozen locks of greyish hair
‘mongst fields of snow and hedgerows bare.
One day a pretty girl was left,
Her father turned and ran bereft.
The girl was kind, polite and fair
Father Frost took her into his care.
He gave her trinkets, gowns and jewels
Which matched her eyes, so blue like pools.
One day he showed her safely home
So now she had no need to roam.
Ice in his heart to tears had turned
And a fire in his grey eyes daily burned.
The beautiful girl so kind and true
Had been the only friend he knew.
He’d heard a story from cousin Jack,
The girl’s wicked stepmother hadn’t wanted her back.
Father Frosts gifts were taken from her hands
Then she sent her own child to those frozen lands.
Rude and mean to Father Frost
He left her alone in the dark and lost.
Greed and ignorance he could not abide
So he left her freezing cold, she died.
Father Frost helped many in winters past,
The kind stayed long while long months passed.
The ungrateful and greedy always fell to their death
Words of help written by their icy breath.
Father Frost still writes on your window panes,
Each morning you’ll see his work engrained.
His ice blue eyes still search for her
As he turns water hard and adds sparkles to the firs.
This was a challenge for TPS 'fairytale character'. It's a Russian fairytale, well very losely based on it and the character Father Frost is my own interpretation ....
