Ice Queen
The Ice Queen in her icy world,
With icy fingers tightly curled,
Around sweet fairy in her gilded cage,
No escape the Ice Queen's rage.
The beginning of a fairy tale no lest,
A fable, a fantasy at best,
A love story to be told,
If I may be so bold.
Now as the story goes,
The Ice Queen has a son.
Whatever the Ice Queen does,
The Ice Prince, the obedient one.
Unbeknownst to the regal Prince,
Lurking in the shadows, unseen, his evil twin.
His jealous heart froze long since,
Witnessing his mother's love, His other twin.
One early morn, the good young Prince,
Riding in the winter wood.
He caught a flicker that convince,
A creature trapped in the ice for good.
The handsome Prince in cautious approach,
Threads gently, the soft new snow.
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poem by Philo Yan
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