The Ice Queen

Lovely she sits upon that throne. Flames to burn her heart.

Flawless she sits upon her throne of misery

Unspoken beauty traced by the curve of her hips

Soundless screams echo off the walls, she isn't free

Judging by the way she cries, a frown forced on lips

Of reddened lies that tempted the pulls of the chain

Wrapped around her wrists, and ankles to this throne

Only the rubies that cascade warn anyone of her pain

That ebbs slowly through her body, to the bone

No emotion betrayed with the icy flawlessness of her skin

Coated pale, icicles forming on her eyelashes

Ivory at it's finest, flames tumbling from her head a sin

That cannot be healed, the wounding gashes

Cold and reserved, she dares not to speak

In presence of another, whom sees her pained beauty

A creature that's shown, so young and meek

Who's not afraid of her, who she is to be

Those crying rubies, joined by sapphires abundant

She will not show weakness in the face of hers

Chains of ice, burning slowly, constant

She's the spawn of winter emotion that occurs

Trapped forever, on a throne of ice

Chains lacerating her wrists, her heart, her soul cold

The forever coldness gripping her as a vice

Her body paying the price of a love finally sold

Author's Note

I love picturing this in my mind. No matter how bad it may be.

Reviews

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I dun think it's bad either I can see it in my mind and it's beautiful good job ^^

[joshua deathdealer]

I don't think this is bad at all.. Nice work.