glaring beauty and calm hatred
an old crone waits in silence
her mind wanders with a face so blank
not a sound but it’s quietly loud
and
she’s knowingly frozen
her throne set in stone
and movements cease while her
wallowing misery and despair
floats invisibly through the cold air
frigid
she can tell she's alone
she was always alone
ever since her heart was undone
so now
she sits so calm
because
once so very long ago
she made her choice and
something had to go
whilst her power flowed
this
pains her mind since
she wishes she could choose once again
but there are no second chances
and she can’t go back
although
one thing's for sure
for once we were both told
the heart once warm
is now Ice Cold