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The Snow Queen's Legacy
My chambers have frozen.
A shard of ice pierced through my heart.
Shut up from the world.
Inside of my ivory tower.
Erected from the icicle tears of broken dreams.
Sorrow fills this glacier.
Ice fills my heart.
My tears have frozen down my cheeks.
I will no longer cry for you peasants.
And I'm done trying to please you all.
If only I could break your minds.
And your hearts.
Just like you have done to mine.
But my powers aren't that grand.
Instead you are all stuck inside of this icey tundra.
This broken and frozen land.
I am a Snow Queen now.
My heart is nothing but ice.
The storm I tried to keep at bay.
Has become a destroyer of all in it's way.
My iron fists keep thee in iron grasps.
While my sharp word pierce your flesh.
There is great beauty in these powers.
But what is powerful is also feared.
You have made me into the monster I did not wish to be.
Here I am. . .
Here I stand. . .
The storm shall rage on. . .
Frozen inside of this life.
Being trapped--
That realization is the final stab of the cold and icey knife.
I will shut you out.
I will break you down.
I tried to keep it inside.
The storm.
My anger.
The coldness inside of my heart.
But it's frozen shut.
And no amount of love will make it thaw.
This isn't a fairytale.
No happily ever after will save us.
We're going down.
We're failing.
This palace is frozen over.
And I'm done crying.
For people that make living harder than it need be.
So leave me alone.
Let me go.
And let me be free.
From these binds.
You've already forsaken me.
Now just let me go.
And leave me alone.
Away from everyone.
I am a Snow Queen now.
And maybe someday when the storm has dimmed.
The sunlight has been restored upon this land.
My story will be told for all to hear.
Through broken hearts and frozen tears.
And my story will be not be frozen, broken or fall on deaf ears.
Maybe I will be saved.
Maybe the frozen kingdom will be gone.
Maybe I'll be able to breathe again.
And maybe, just maybe. . .
My legacy will live on.
A shard of ice pierced through my heart.
Shut up from the world.
Inside of my ivory tower.
Erected from the icicle tears of broken dreams.
Sorrow fills this glacier.
Ice fills my heart.
My tears have frozen down my cheeks.
I will no longer cry for you peasants.
And I'm done trying to please you all.
If only I could break your minds.
And your hearts.
Just like you have done to mine.
But my powers aren't that grand.
Instead you are all stuck inside of this icey tundra.
This broken and frozen land.
I am a Snow Queen now.
My heart is nothing but ice.
The storm I tried to keep at bay.
Has become a destroyer of all in it's way.
My iron fists keep thee in iron grasps.
While my sharp word pierce your flesh.
There is great beauty in these powers.
But what is powerful is also feared.
You have made me into the monster I did not wish to be.
Here I am. . .
Here I stand. . .
The storm shall rage on. . .
Frozen inside of this life.
Being trapped--
That realization is the final stab of the cold and icey knife.
I will shut you out.
I will break you down.
I tried to keep it inside.
The storm.
My anger.
The coldness inside of my heart.
But it's frozen shut.
And no amount of love will make it thaw.
This isn't a fairytale.
No happily ever after will save us.
We're going down.
We're failing.
This palace is frozen over.
And I'm done crying.
For people that make living harder than it need be.
So leave me alone.
Let me go.
And let me be free.
From these binds.
You've already forsaken me.
Now just let me go.
And leave me alone.
Away from everyone.
I am a Snow Queen now.
And maybe someday when the storm has dimmed.
The sunlight has been restored upon this land.
My story will be told for all to hear.
Through broken hearts and frozen tears.
And my story will be not be frozen, broken or fall on deaf ears.
Maybe I will be saved.
Maybe the frozen kingdom will be gone.
Maybe I'll be able to breathe again.
And maybe, just maybe. . .
My legacy will live on.
Published 7th Jun 2014
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7th Jun 2014 00:40am
I feel a bit chilled...
a dramatically powerful
piece, but too well done
to have come from a
cold pen..:)
a dramatically powerful
piece, but too well done
to have come from a
cold pen..:)
7th Jun 2014 4:28am
Thank you.
That's very ice of you.
No that wasn't a typo, just a really bad pun.
- Paige Rider
That's very ice of you.
No that wasn't a typo, just a really bad pun.
- Paige Rider
11th Jun 2014 1:22am
This piece is very well written I love the words because I can feel them. Great job! I am very proud of you. It feels like a lot of good things are going to come out of you.
11th Jun 2014 8:46am
