Alice de Winter

How pure, how bright, how pretty and pristine
No fairer mask could nature’s grace bestow
So calm a vision, peaceful and serene
As gentle and as fine as falling snow

But all her loveliness belies a will
That all men should be wary of and fear
For beauty’s touch is cold and it can kill
A frigid death for those who stray too near

But if you are ensnared by pulchritude
Arouse her then prepare to pay the price
And following a rapturous denude
Her veil will fall on you like shards of ice

Be careful of a bitter kiss that numbs
Beware the tide of white when Winter comes

[DIS] - Killed by a Coronal Mass Ejection of the Nal Shadaan sun while providing aid to a ship in distress