Blinding blizzard, eyes stung by snow
Limbs going numb as extremities freeze
Seeking shelter in the ferryman’s hut
The only welcome a warning most grim
Through the window the White Lady comes
Her face as white as the snow outside
Eyes black as death, two empty holes
Icy white dress, stained with blood
Petrified, he pretends to be asleep
But too late, the woman slips into the hut
Bending over the old man’s sleeping body
She breathes her white frost over his face
She turns her attention to the younger man
Spellbound by each other, entranced by the terrible
In a chilling voice she speaks, I’ll spare your life
If you swear you’ll never tell a soul of this night
She vanishes as quickly as she came
Night passing in interminable horror
At last the rays of dawn pierce the window
The Ferryman lies frozen, stiff and cold