Her lover's heart remains
Squeezed in her hands of killing,
She be queen keen on pain,
Her tormented mind tarnish
The souls of the living with
A taint of everlasting grief.
Her touch freezes innocence
Her kiss kills he who dares
To love that which he can't feel,
Her heart to give a space to let,
A tear to drop her mind to kill
To die alive is to love her soul.
She sings at the death of he
She radiates the coldness that
Fills hearts with ice and fear,
She closes the sky in as the
Solemn wreath of her might
Paints the day dark.
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