Tuesday, 17 November 2015

The Snow Queen




On top of the mountains...
In the cold cold waves...
My palace rests on icy waves...
Frozen always with water and haze...



When my carriage comes to a halt...
In the valleys or in the plains...
My laughter and groans simply freeze...
The air above and below my face...

I am a banished queen...
I'll have my revenge...
I shall freeze the world...
With snowy phase...

I am the heart of a frozen ghost...
Who keeps on returning...
Unpleasant and unwelcome...
With whispers of a misty shade...

I like to cool and see you shiver...
The chill so cruel...
And I feel like that ever...
Riding my carriage of frost and snow...
The horses gallop when my fingers move...

But how I feel sometimes lonely...
My mourns echo in the winds that slowly...
The empty vault which secures my heart...
Is surrounded by some frozen thoughts...
A glimpse from the past...
A face, I cherished somewhat...

Now remains behind a window...
With the glass, blurred a little...
I try to see...
I try to find...
A person who had...
Or would even try...

To melt my heart...
In the warmth of his love...
Even I want...
Even if I die...
Would I just wander like a ghost of midnight?
Would I just wear the cloak of white ice?

Am stuck with white...
Am stuck dead in heart...
Just blow a breath in me...
And bring me to life...
My frozen heart...
Needs someone so kind...
Just a smile...
May be your hand in mine...

The sharp eyes twinkle with tears...
I am anxious to know why dear...
My heart froze with the arrow once struck...
Only betrayal and hatred now dwell...
I rise in the midnight with a chill in my spine...
And spread my damp coldness across the times...


Only your thoughts make me wonder...
Had love been so unkind to me...
That it makes my soul wander...
The thirst yes is frozen...
But it still exists under...
The heap of snow that froze it to dead...


I want to die in your arms, not to a live alone and haunt...
A sheer irony of helplessness unwinds inside...
And screams aloud in my ears...
An ego to attend to, a love to crush to...
Which will win at the end?
The courage I took to deaden the self...
Or the love that once was and now am not sure of ???



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