Frost formed on angels made of us

Made long ago of winter solstice

Half of us stood frozen in a garden

Me, standing with a fist.

I cried tears that nobody saw

Left anger behind me in the field

They fought me with all they had;

But never would I yield.

We shot arrows at our enemies

Cried long and hard at our loss.

Figures lost as we stood silent

Which left everyone quite cross.

A storm took over our lives

When really we were feeling quite fine.

The problem stood in the balance

When I couldn’t taste the wine.