Ice White 

Over meadows and mountains–
I fly,
Near fields and fountains–
I lie.

Ice white is the moon–
High above me,
The stars call out soon–
But they let me be.

Soaring high in the sky–
The ground far below,
Smooth and gracefully I fly–
Cool is the air flow.

Ice white is my skin–
My eyes a dark green,
Over my clutch kin–
I am laire queen.

I spread my wings–
And tuck my legs under,
Circled by silver rings–
I let out a roar like thunder!