Fall Of The Ice Queen

Her beauty of forgotten days
could freeze the world
with just a gaze
she blows in on an icy wind
that chills the hearts
of lesser men

her flesh as pure as virgin snow
gives her a slight angelic glow
her lips stand out
just like the spill
that tells you something
has been killed

the first time that I saw her there
I felt the stillness in the air
my wheezing lungs
cried out for breath
her voice it whispered simply,
"death"

it was that fateful day I learned
that in my chest a fire burned
because I hardly
fet a chill
when she went right in
for the kill

her icy lips were hardly felt
before I saw her
start to melt
and I'm still trying
to run away
from what my fire
did that day

but even when I'm in a haze
I think about it every day
and on the tails
of frigid winds
sometimes I hear
her voice again