snice

Ice forming, in my footprints, A slippery staircase, leading down. A feeling inside,'evil' it hints, Icicles gather, forming a gown. Shadow of ice, hunting me, Tears of diamond, pricking eyes. The Queen is here, I can see, Weaving a pattern of lies. The ice casts a shadow, Looming over me. The Queen's fragile ice gallow, Destroying my life to be. Shadow of ice, hunting me, Tears of diamond, pricking eyes. The Queen is here, I can see, Weaving a pattern of lies.