Lily White Queen
She sits and ponders,About tomorrow.
About the Father.
And the snow begins to fall.
Yet shiver she does not.
She merely lifts her head.
Are you here or are you not?
She asks as her tears begin to fall.
Icicles form,
Upon her eyelashes.
But for her tis the norm.
A snow white queen.
A voice, she hears.
Far and distant,
But takes away her fears.
"I'm here my love."
A warmth enters the atmosphere.
"I'm here my queen"
The voice comes very near.
To the snow white queen.
This white forest,
It isn't pure.
It holds you captive.
You can't ignore
I'm here to make you beautiful,
To make you my Lily White Queen.
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