Ice Queen

Her tears stream down like luminescent flakes,
her peers convict her of being a fake
with skin so fair, and long blue hair
they called her the ice queen.

Her shapeless body, like ice, is tall
and banished from her hometown mall
her heart so cold, was what she was told
they called her the ice queen.

Snuck out into the great freezer at night
and danced around in the pale moonlight
frozen with dread, and nearly dead
they called her the ice queen.

Lay in her coffin, the young snowflake stays
with ice like beauty, beyond her dismay
she's ceases floating up, her life, how abrupt
she WAS the ice queen.