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Ice Maiden

by Rebecca Kolodziej

I know not how you feel
Only the bitter sting
Of scathing words whispered
Under a wicked sky
You say this is how we live
I say this is how we die

Destined to be foul-played
Thrown into a lake of fire
Tortured by my own desire

Loveless and soulless
Emotionless dead
My heart encased in a frozen tomb
An ice maiden
Born from a sickened womb

Copyright © 2016 by Rebecca Kolodziej

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