Ice Cold Beauty

 Ice Cold Beauty

Ice cold queen.

She walks forward.

Stylistic yet simple,

She conquers all,

Beauty unrivalled.


Her skin ripples

In the icy, chilly breeze,

It's silk-like complexion,

Glistening with ease.


She brushes her hair aside,

Unveiling her coal, muted eyes.

I stared deeply into that void,

Completely lost in space.


Her confidence and maturity,

Makes her stand out.

And with her long, striding legs,

She marches forwards without doubt.


Her face expresses no kind of emotion.

Calm, collected and stern.

Yet I can't seem to avert my eyes.

It's almost as if I'd been shackled.


Staring longingly at this artwork,

Eyes fixed, glued to the intricacy.

Like a moth and a candle,

Resistance is wasted.


This is.

The Ice Cold Queen.

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