Ice Queen

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.


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11 Responses to Ice Queen

  1. Metaphor city, so many veins splintering off this, brilliant!

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  2. mihrank says:

    wow – I love your lines – I want to play a tune melody in the piano…“A thousand tiny imperfections can make a perfect life.”

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wonderful and sad. The Ice Queen needs a Summer King.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Jonivator says:

    Greatly enjoyed visiting your blog:). The writing and images are lovely!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Coyote from Orion says:

    Always worth reading. Hope all going well for you x

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Rajiv says:

    She is something!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. devereaux frazier says:

    Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.


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