No silver white cascades,
but a lush of black locks.
Not a porcelain skin.
but a vibrant pink glow.


An ordinary girl,
with a stance of a queen.
Her tender lips a tease,
her hardened heart, cold-ice.


Innocence has been lost,
such loathing for mankind.
To betray her trust.
To leave her  behind.


Love has broken her soul,
yet her destiny speaks.
Love will find her again,
to melt her heart of ice.