Зингер Раиса Петровна
Snow Princess

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  The world was drawn in lantern"s glow,
  By weary lights in rows they show.
  A castle's dark upon the shore,
  A shadow waits, outside the door,
  In early snow, without a coat,
  Pressed to the stones, a shivering note,
  Where ivy twists in silent flight,
  It sinks into the granite"s bite.
  
  A graceful shape, the shadow's cast,
  Bare and free from corset"s clasp,
  
  It glides on down, with haughty pace,
  A faded world, its only trace.
  
  Through every hue of melancholy,
  In crystal crown, a frosty sheen,
  The shadow wanders beneath the peony,
  Along the path once worn and green.
  
  'Mid roses gleaming, glazed in dew,
  By sleeping waters, quiet, still -
  In silken azure sorrow grew,
  Through moss-framed gaps, with bitter chill.
  
  Then came the Unicorn, alone,
  To bring the winter through the mist,
  From Nordic lands, from winds unknown,
  With hoof beats echoing on the fields.
  
  He scattered flakes of silver bright,
  For winter's queen, a robe of light,
  A fabric soft as feather"s grace,
  She weaves her gown, a mystic lace.
  
  Her hand extends, a fragile plea,
  To where the unicorn waits silently.
  Time melts away in eternity"s gaze,
  A fleeting breath in enchanted haze.
  
  In that suspended, sacred space,
  A secret meeting, a gentle embrace -
  Not mere repetition, but a spark divine,
  A moment etched in the sands of time.
  
  For in her heart, the magic dwells -
  A silent story only she tells -
  Of longing, wonder, and a silent plea,
  To hold a piece of eternity.
  
  In crystal"s spark, her dress adorned,
  To shine at winter"s royal ball,
  In palaces where moonlight"s mourned,
  Beneath the snow, her beauty calls.
  The Snow Princess, proud and tall.
  
  The frozen moon, in speechless gaze,
  Beheld this bride of winter light -
  A fleeting dream, a phantom phase,
  A shimmer veiled in velvet night.
  
  But soon the ball will fade away,
  As spring"s first blush begins to rise.
  The Unicorn, now prince, will stay,
  In pearl-clad robes, beneath the skies.
  
  While pages, servants, gather 'round,
  On wind-touched strings, the softest sound.
  The blizzard, pale, in violet hue.
  Blows through a crystal, horn anew.
  
  But spring will wake with blushing flame,
  The frost will melt, the spell will die.
  The Unicorn, now prince by name.
  Will lift her hand beneath the sky.
  
  The wind will play its harp once more,
  As servants gather in the glade -
  But time will knock upon the door,
  And dreams, like snow, begin to fade.
  
  Her gown, dissolves, in golden rays-
  The thaw begins, the tale retreats.
  Yet in her heart, love's aching blaze,
  Still pulls her down forgotten streets.
  
  And so, the shadow, soft and pale,
  Still seeks the horn, the snowy trail -
  In love with myth, in dusk's caress.
  She roams, again -
  a shadow Princess.
  
  A castle deep in forest old,
  Where every torch had lost its flame -
  There once a princess, crowned in gold,
  Now lingered as a shade, unnamed.
  
  No silks, no pearls, no trumpet calls -
  Just gauze of dusk and veil of frost,
  Alone inside these timeless halls,
  A winter's soul, a kingdom lost.
  
  And so, the shadow, soft and pale,
  Still seeks the horn, the snowy trail -
  In love with myth, in dusk's caress,
  She roams again -
  a Shadow Princess.
  
  The Unicorn, with silver glow,
  From icy realms where cold winds blow,
  Returns once more to sacred ground,
  Where love"s ghost lingers, lost, unbound -
  
  In frozen breath, in icy gleam,
  They chase the shadows of a dream -
  A dance of myth, of love"s pure fire,
  Where souls ignite with deep desire
  
  The story, like a gentle tide,
  Returns again, unforced, untried,
  A silent promise, a gentle call,
  That the tale will rise and never fall.
  
  Each dawn renews the silent tune,
  A whispered secret to the moon,
  The old refrain, the sacred rhyme,
  Repeats through space, and endless time...
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