The Snow Queen
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The night is cold and the wind is fierce
But she doesn't care
Adorned by a velvet dress and bare feet
She twirls through the snow,
Each step a flurry of ice and laughter
That lasts for eternity in every moment.
Ice
is cold
and hard
and bitter.
Just like its Queen.
Ice
makes for
poor company,
and so
its Queen was alone.
Dancing the storms,
she saw a child
with ice
Listen, you traveler of lands long past,
of lakes and of sands and of skies blood-red.
Open your ears to my ready cry
“Turn back; Turn back,”
FIRST STORY: The Beautiful Boy
Once upon a time, there was a woman.
A princess of beauty, a lady of nobility,
A damsel of good-nature, a virgin of purity,
Were all fair titles she owned not.
