The Wicked Ice Queen

A wicked Queen has entombed a king in a pillar of ice where he is forced to cosider how his own pride caused him and his people to suffer.

On the edge of nowhere,
With nothing in between.
I sit still, as if an island,
By a never ending stream.

Frozen here I cannot move,
A sculpture made of ice.
Forever to be encased,
Entombed by cold device.

I challenged the Ice Queen,
Whose powers I had not known.
Until too late her magic,
Pinned me to this icy throne.

Condemned to now forever stare,
Across the icy stream.
And with dreadful heartache now,
I hear their endless screams.

For because of pride I freeze,
No tear forms in my eyes.
And cursed be that wicked witch,
Whose mantle do I now despise.

In prayer I do repent of this,
The pride which led me here.
So sorry for this awful state,
My soul doth fate now steer.

And if I ever get the chance,
--If miracle permits--
I’ll crush her every bone,
And cast her into Satan’s pit.