The Ice Queen seated on a throne of iron Surveys her vast frozen world The ashes and bones of lost loves Strewn beneath her ****** feet Her hands are still her heart stiller Pierced by the shards of her pain
The bleak wasteland of her now Dotted with glittering icebergs That stand blocking her way Too slippery to climb over Too big to skirt the edges Escape becomes a distant dream
The nightmare is unravelling Her only path is pitted with tiny fissures Down which her self esteem Gradually vanishes dissolving into mist The mist spews silently upward Cloaking all hope in despair
She sees through eyes of granite Cold hard devoid of emotion Tears if she had any left Form tiny silvered droplets of fear Unmoving on her pale cheeks Reminding her of her past
Alone she sits splendidly isolated Walled off from all the others Each heavy brick in that wall Crafted from every hurt experienced Cemented together with her agony The burden of her years of mistakes Mistakes made honestly without malice
The price of trusting too easily Of the urge to rescue others Of the urge to please and to be loved Of bending herself out of shape To become the square peg In the empty round hole
Her passion for love and living Sacrificed long ago at the altar of betrayal She pays for her passion every day With the coins of regret and self loathing