The Ice Queen

The ice queen's touch glitters with frost,

Her glacial stare freezes all thoughts.

Her mantle of cold provides protection

Against displays of superficial affection.

Her wintery stature is but a mask

That saps hot air from foolish mouths.

Where does it go, you may ask?

Straight to her heart, burning like vows.

For that is the ice queen's secret.

Her heart needs no one to melt it.

Her flames await someone worth it.