Friday, 1 April 2011
Lost in shrouds of darkened night,
Lost in shrouds of darkened night, such cold and callous bitterness, the Ice Queen holds the imprisoned soul, of the once delightful princess.
Her heart was frozen by unfaithful love, her eyes by sights of sorrow, and on the spot she died inside, her heart a wooden hollow.
Her once ruby lips so sweet and tender became a red of war, her soul once wild and running free will run free never more!
The womanly wiles of this broken queen were replaced by female viles, a poison in her ice cold veins and a sinister half slant smile.
She became the temptress of the fool, with emotions she would play, her belief that she had every right to be the first to stray.
Her love song is so finely tuned, her dance perfect in every step, the movement of the Ice Queen is the key to her success.
Death becomes her lover as she seeks out it's release, in life for this Queen of white their is no place she finds her peace.
Awakened one more morning but this day brought something new, the touch of a man of honour, who'd known the torment of an Iced heart too,
He held his hand upon her heart and the warmth began to melt, the icicles around her soul dissolved as tears poured out.
Her face softened as she felt their trace, as salt water kissed her lips, and the sorrow she had known so long was finally dismissed.
Posted by Irishgreeneyes at 14:43