95 Ice Emperor and Anemone

Light steps of morning air

land on window ev'ry day

smiling sun bring rays of care

illuminating every way

through ashes of the snow

morning road reflects its glow

Silent laying tin from night

had turned into frozen sight

so cold as the frozen sword

of Ice Emperor, once adored

who said to have long ascend

By will of God was apprehend

Flowing air knocks to get attention

with frozen breath, forget ascension

tiny hands of frozen Anemone

in his eyes were brightly shone