Wapun Meadow endlessly barbaric

An endless field of plants covered in a sugary dust. Perhaps it was beautiful in summer, but for the winter had come and barricaded to what it could've previously been. A black figure stood amongst the snow dust, smilingly idly while she said, 

"Oh, poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Storm along boys! Storm along John!
Oh, poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Ah-ha, come along get along
Stormy along John!"