The Night Her Heart Froze

I am the winter now, the cruel, cold wind.
The gentle girl you knew is lost, unpinned
From any warmth, from any sunlit grace;
Now only ice reflection meets your face.
I saw the light go out within his eyes,
Below the wreck of Saarthal's pale, proud skies.
The Ritual's charm, the prayer of Mara's hand,
Was weak against the hate that swept the land.
 
My touch, once meant to heal, was rendered void,
The Snow Prince's own mighty life, destroyed.
And in that final moment, sharp and deep,
A solemn, frozen pact I vowed to keep.
I let the ancient blood upon the floor
Absorb the love I could not harbor more.
I took the Spear, still bearing frost and pain,
And swore that they would know the Snow Elf's reign.