She is a queen
With a broken crown,
Living in her ice castle
In a tattered gown.
Her tears and pain
Are scarred onto her throne,
In this kingdom of ghosts
Were she walks alone.
Her castle is sinking
From the anchors they tied,
She is not afraid
As she has already died.
She doesn’t need an army
Her walls are built high,
So far from the ground
She can touch the sky.
She sits in the clouds
Prepared to fight,
Waiting for her ashes
To scatter into meteorite.
She is the fearless queen
Living worlds away,
She can’t be discovered
In just one day.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Metaphor city, so many veins splintering off this, brilliant!
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Thank you so much, xx
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wow – I love your lines – I want to play a tune melody in the piano…“A thousand tiny imperfections can make a perfect life.”
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Aww thank you, xx
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Wonderful and sad. The Ice Queen needs a Summer King.
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Haha she does, thank you x
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Greatly enjoyed visiting your blog:). The writing and images are lovely!
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Thank you x
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Always worth reading. Hope all going well for you x
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She is something!
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