Jul 2019
The ice king awaits in his frozen vestibule.
No staff to tend; no knights to protect him.
In months, he cried and cried; no one cared.
There his sadness eternal at his floating kingdom.
No staff to tend; no knights to protect him.
In months, he cried and cried; no one cared.
There his sadness eternal at his floating kingdom.
365 Poems for my 365 Days
8 of 365
8 of 365
