Ballad of the Ice-Queen
by Ben Szwediuk
The Ice-Queen cometh and writ upon her crown
were names of men whose hearts she's seized and crushed into the ground.
The Ice-Queen Cometh and hung upon her words
the hopes and dreams of lonely poets and the common lust of herds
The Ice-Queen dances innocent,
and weaves unknowing lurid patterns
wrought on eyes of frost laden victims
of lies weaved in purest satin
The Ice-Queen cometh and whispered in her bed
the longings of the men who bought all she thought and said.
I pray the witch one day draws her icy claws
from my f--king head.