"Winter is coming." Said he so slow.
He lined the hearts up; all in a row.
His Queen he chose,
No questions or doubts.
She bowed her head,
and carved her heart out.
Still she stands.
Growing ever stronger.
Beside her King she will stride.
Through the winter she will ride.
Because as the snow does fall,
She finds strength to give him her all.
~Sephyra
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Poems from the Abyss
PoetryA vault of poems that express my inner thoughts... and my need to make a good grade in creative writing!
