With key in hand our Prince did go,
ever northward to the land of snow.
Perhaps she might love him, could she decide?
He hoped once free, she would be his bride.
The cold deep snow it held him back,
and the farther he rode he encountered the black.
Snow fell from the heaven, a cold wind it blew,
but he thought of his Queen, he had to break through.
Darkness encompassed, the heart of the storm,
and try as he would, he couldn't stay warm.
His eyes they grew weary he wanted to sleep,
lost here in her kingdom, so close to her keep.
A vision appeared of sunlight and flowers,
of a lifetime of joy, of gentle spring showers,
and her face it shimmered, he bathed in the light,
the towers of her castle slowly came into sight.
He was the Prince of Light.
He went into the night,
and at last his true love came into sight.
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