• Here sits she,
    This lonely queen,
    Her town serene,
    But behind the scenes,
    It remains obscene.

    For this frozen wasteland,
    So calm and so hectic,
    So cold, yet boiling hot with anger,
    So full of emptiness,
    Is left in her control.

    The sorrow in her heart is guarded,
    Bound to a cage like a tiger held captive,
    Like a felon, stuck behind immortal bars,
    Like a bird, wishing to soar beyond the boundaries of its cage,
    It hardens her heart like a freshly cut diamond.

    So alone sits she in her castle of ice,
    The face of a prince, rather anyone, she might like,
    But not a soul, not a fly, not even a mite,
    Would dare consider accepting this dreadful plight,
    Of rescuing this queen with a heart of ice.