silent halls, these cold bare walls
etchings in the marble floors?
outside the snow gently falls
I pass thru rain-sheet doors
she sits magnificent and proud
ice throne reflecting light
blazing brilliant loud'
round here it is never night
inclines her head, and brows rise
acknowledges me as here
this sage,this queen un-nice
then it dawns crystal clear
i catch her eye, alive and aware
fiery and passionate
still she reigns alone and bare
chained by chance and by fate
from livejournal 2005-04-18 13:02:00
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