My King of Ice was but a prince when he found me                 
Alone and in the wood of Angels
I was afraid, for when he first saw me, I saw him.
Riding a horse of winter, his court was that of diviners that followed.
I grew weary when he approached for I was running from the dark.
My prince, my savior, saved me from the darkness and spirited me away.
In his home of snow, I was treated as a Lady and for once I forgot where I was running from. 
My prince turned me away from the darkness, and I forgot it was even there.   
It was long after that my prince became a King and the darkness sprang for me once more.
The darkness was frozen by the might of my King, but not before it took a piece of me.
My eyes.
My king healed me and let me see through his enchanted eyes.     
The world he saw was that of light and air.
Though I knew it was a lie, I let his sight become my sight.
Happily, ever after lasted for centuries, but it still came to its end.
My King of Ice had only frozen the beast that was darkness, letting it live lurking under the surface. Clawing at the already thin ice.
My King of Ice one day let the darkness escape and roam for me.
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know when it strikes me down, that my King of Ice was no longer the prince I met in a wood of Angels.            
And I was so clumsy to realize, that My King of Ice had another queen who whispered words of faith and glory to him that I could never.         
My King of Ice was no longer.
Ice was no longer my savior.
Ice was no longer light and air.
And I was no longer his Queen, and that is what left me to grab my broken shards and flee back to the Angel wood.           
Where I truly belonged.          
Still hunted by darkness.