Ice Queen

Her cloak stretches far over the ground as she walks gracefully through the forest,
Searching for souls to devour, 
Her hands frosting as she touches the ground at her feet, 
Inching closer to her prey,
She won't stop until she gets her revenge,
On this cold world she waits,
Seeking children to lure,
Seeking men to entrance,
Her heart has no warmth,
She is the Ice Queen.

Reviews

[Peacegal]

I like this poem, So scary:)