Ice

My soul is the ice Queens cave

Carved in letters numbers that I’ve saved

Built with blocks and rubble

I need a fire to melt the trouble

Will you be the one?

My soul is the ice Queens cave

Carved with faces that came

The walls grow taller with age

Will you be the one to melt it away?

Not today.

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