SNOW OPAL The fury of a blizzard, The magic of a wizard. Eyes like silver bells, Voice soft she never yells. Skin cool fresh as snow, Has she a heart you never know. Hair of Aurora Borealis, Soft white velvet dress. Platinum dagger at her hip, Icy diamonds in the grip. Smiling lips draw you near, Pulled by curiosity stopped by fear. Dare you brave the Queen of Ice, Is death your fate or is she nice. So go on take your chance, Meeting while the snowflakes dance. D.M. Purnell October 1, 2003, 7:55 PM