Sonnet XVII -- The Ice Queen

O rav'nous beauty, thou art yet my bane
As still you feed upon my naked heart.
Thou quenchest fast my spirit and my flame
And rend my feelings to their smallest part.

The warmth I once remembered now is gone
As inward look those eyes of coldest blue.
A frigid imp has frozen fast your tongue,
Where flush would bloom now takes a pallid hue.

You suck the living marrow from the flesh
And having drained the husk move on to sate
Your appetite upon those souls more fresh
Than mine and leave behind for warmth your hate.

	Reign on, Ice Queen, and grant to silence lease,
	Lest by your words my pain might find release.