Her home is a cold wasteland
Haunted houses and dead trees
Empty carriages and cloudy skies
It's the painting of death and non-existence
A bleak pallette of white, black and gray
She lives in a forsaken tower
Her secret world of ice sculptures and snowflakes
So beautiful, so fragile, so cold
She is lonely and desperate
But she patiently waits for her prince
Or anyone to rescue her
She needs her savior. Her salvtion. Her only hope.
The sudden gust of wind announces his presence
Her prince has come. She is saved.
His cold lips touched hers...
Her soul was finally free
Her mortal body lay lifeless
He takes off the mask of freedom and beauty
Revealing the ugly face of death
Her prince never came
Her prince never came
The rescue mission turned into a royal burial
Her home into an ice casket
Her graveyard is a crystal ball
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