8 October 2012
Heart of ice and soul of sleet, A victor knowing no defeat, She wears a needle through her wrist, This snowflake crafting narcissist.
Her blood runs cold, her circulation, Fuelling mankind's dark damnation, Vixen, brazen, bloodlust mason, Leaves the Winter night sky racing.
Cool, blue flames engulf her figure, Her command, a clockwork trigger, Working every toxic word, Into the song of every bird.
Snow Queen • Opuss № I