Sudden silence.

Cold temperatures climb up,

the atmosphere is so tense,

shhh, here she comes.

Eyes sharp like a twinkle of a star,

Heart cold as ice on the frozen grounds,

Height of a stallion, firm and large.

Pure hatred flows to the crowd.

Alas!

She’s troubled within,

People make her who she is,

Humanity accentuates her from the rest,

To them, she is a heartless beast

and all the horrible things they say she is.

Yet she,

heart of pure gold she owns.

Her cuddles may be cold

but love stays bold.

Her presence may be resented

but it’s always remembered,

for thou tells stories of her when she is gone. 
Whenever it’s dark,

she brings the light,

for she is a sparkling soul.