The frost is spreading,
sending spring into the depths,
and an the Snow Queen rides her horse,
she thinks of where she is heading,
to the castle of Lord Flame,
where all there is
is guiding light melting
the land from whence she came,
and shedding her fur coat,
into her summer dress,
striding across the bridge,
which goes over a wax moat,
with her companion
Coldfrost,
but alas,
she does not exist for
she is a picture made of ice,
and Lord Flame and his castle are but a
candle lit with care.
Honorable mention
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