A Lonesome Queen

From blizzard and snow, blood will flow,
As death permits the warm to show.
For he shall gaze the lonesome queen,
Bathe in rage that none have seen.
And little to do to stop her grip,
A grim attempt the soul she strip.
The field of trees her righteous domain,
That all who dwells are subjects she reign.


Art: A Lonesome Queen by Fesbraa

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