Wicked, twisted, cold, and cruel
Trapped beneath her heartless rule
Winter Queen, her kiss is frozen death
The chill will steal your final breath
Woe behold those who cross her path
Lest they face cruel Winter's wrath
Look on with hope fools, stand tall
Spring's gentle warmth comes to all
There's only so much one person can take. I lie here bleeding out, wondering what I did wrong. Everything they demanded of me, every unreasonable expectation placed on my shoulders, I fulfilled.
If I'm dying, does that mean I'll see him again? Would he forgive me, if I were to get on my knees and sincerely apologize? I wouldn't blame him if he turned away. I was too weak to save him. I wonder if he knows I never forgot his smile, even in the decades we've been apart. My dearest brother, I'll see you soon.
The cold seeps into my bones. Will that be what kills me? Certainly seems to effect me more than the blood loss. Oh, apparently I just noticed it more. Dying of blood loss, yet enraptured by frost. You'd think I'd focus on more important things than how I die.
Am I delerious? My thoughts seem to be drifting in a fog. First times and last times. Regrets and futile attempts to stave off the final sleep. Is it betrayal if I never trusted them? I'd laugh, but it would hurt after not having used my vocal cords so long.
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