She is a queen
With a broken crown,
Living in her ice castle
In a tattered gown.
Her tears and pain
Are scarred onto her throne,
In this kingdom of ghosts
Were she walks alone.
Her castle is sinking
From the anchors they tied,
She is not afraid
As she has already died.
She doesn't need an army
Her walls are built high,
So far from the ground
She can touch the sky.
She sits in the clouds
Prepared to fight,
Waiting for her ashes
To scatter into meteorite.
She is the fearless queen
Living worlds away,
She can't be discovered
In just one day.
About the Creator
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen2 days ago in Fiction
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