Hi there. I wanted to see if you do a simple poem.
A boy sits in his treehouse, looking to the heavens
the clouds smile upon the boy's shadow and sways in the wind
As he looks, he see a figure in the distance, and it seems as though it beckons
Calling for the sun to rise the figures closes her tired eyes
They boy looks to her, but both her and the land seem to blend
She is but a memory of day's gone by and her body is as cold and white as the winter sky
For she is the memory of the wicked step-mother,and of the evil days