Silver hair on silver dress,
Midnight eyes that stare,
Snow soft skin, and petal lips,
A heart and hard as stone.
With a smile that chills the heart,
With hatred lurking there,
She takes your hand,
and takes you home,
In her palace of ice and snow,
You know she'll never let you go.
For years you sit, and watch her leave,
Over your past life you do grieve,
The door is open you can go,
But love and fear tell you no.
Late at night you watch her sleep,
Her eyes closed her breathing deep,
The scars of the day burn at your skin,
Her cruel and evil taunting grin.
And yet my love burns on so bright
Taking away the daily fright
No longer will my eyes cry
My heart is hers
Our love a lie
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