The snow blows white on the mountain tonight
Drip, drip, drip
Not a footprint to be seen
Cold, sharp lines
A kingdom of isolation
Glint off the edge
And it looks like
Off the sharp blade
I'm the queen
But the blood will not
The wind is howling
Not wait, never wait
Like the swirling storm inside
But no, no sympathy
I couldn't keep it in
Heaven knows I tried
Daaaang Frenchie
ReplyDeleteYou should post more often. Make a schedule maybe :-)
ReplyDeleteIf I do a schedule, I'll have to follow it. I don't work well under a deadline. I'd rather submit my best work late than my worst on time.
DeleteI don't get it
ReplyDeleteTo me, this means Elsa is a secret psychopath. I have her singing Let It Go, then some commentary. The last line ends the verse, and I imagine Elsa talking to herself. Poetry is all about what it means to you, though.
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