Stellified!

A sunrise of pink purple splendor,
A blanketed forest of snow.
A loving embrace soft and tender,
The crunch of our footfalls below.
I surrender to sweet grey November,
A dazzling crystalline glow.

I have danced over frozen pond waters,
And swam across cold winter skies.
Preceded by Pleione’s daughters,
And their angst for my glorious rise.
I will forge my own fate and my fortune,
Where the stars shine my name in their eyes.

But our wonderland world of perfection,
Erupts with the sound of a choir.
Peace...