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Queen, queen of the snow bee flakes
Got away in a day
Where the old sea quakes.
With a rush and a flush in her milk-white cheeks,
Stole away in her sleigh
To the vitreous lakes.

Kai, Kai with the mirror in his eye,
Saw the Pearl in her fur
Through a shard and a lie.
With a huff and rebuff of his childhood hearth,
Set a-stir by her lure,
He clung to her thigh.

Girl, girl all alone in the pale,
Set aside as a bride
But betrayed by her veil.
With a sob and a throb of her soft, red heart,
To abide where they hide,
She traversed his trail.

Death, Death in the blood-red sledge
Followed close on their toes
A precipitous ledge,
While the bride, cast aside, watched his grave-dark face;
Saw a rose in the snows
Withered brown as the sedge.

Ice, ice on a table sere
Made of bone and a stone
From a northern weir
Drove the boy with a ploy of a boundless skate;
Leash prone, to him sewn
Like a well-matched hair.

Love, love in a lambent stare
Shone white with the light
Of a window’s glare,
And the tears and the fears of the embraced girl
Cleared his sight all in spite
Of the queen’s cold lair.

Queen, queen sitting curled on a throne
With her feet on her seat
And a hate left to hone.
She espies as she sighs all the shards and the lies;
Longs for heat and retreat
And a love of her own.

Description
Queen, queen of the snow bee flakes
Got away in a day
Where the old sea quakes.
With a rush and a flush in her milk-white cheeks,
Stole away in her sleigh
To the vitreous lakes.

Kai, Kai with the mirror in his eye,
Saw the Pearl in her fur
Through a shard and a lie.
With a huff and rebuff of his childhood hearth,
Set a-stir by her lure,
He clung to her thigh.

Girl, girl all alone in the pale,
Set aside as a bride
But betrayed by her veil.
With a sob and a throb of her soft, red heart,
To abide where they hide,
She traversed his trail.

Death, Death in the blood-red sledge
Followed close on their toes
A precipitous ledge,
While the bride, cast aside, watched his grave-dark face;
Saw a rose in the snows
Withered brown as the sedge.

Ice, ice on a table sere
Made of bone and a stone
From a northern weir
Drove the boy with a ploy of a boundless skate;
Leash prone, to him sewn
Like a well-matched hair.

Love, love in a lambent stare
Shone white with the light
Of a window’s glare,
And the tears and the fears of the embraced girl
Cleared his sight all in spite
Of the queen’s cold lair.

Queen, queen sitting curled on a throne
With her feet on her seat
And a hate left to hone.
She espies as she sighs all the shards and the lies;
Longs for heat and retreat
And a love of her own.