The Winter Queen
In the dark world of Shadow
During Solstice the Longest Night
The Winter Queen stirs
While her dreaded frost minions
Take flight
In this land of cold and fear
Stands a palace of ice and stone
Where locked deep within
Sits the Winter Queen upon
Her throne
Awareness returns to her
As she tries to open her eyes
Memory and pain
Erupts, but ice seals away
Her cries
The only thing not frozen
Are Winter Queen’s immortal tears
Which sparkle as they
Flow down her cheeks mingling with
Her fears
No one dare enter her realm
No man will ever kiss her lips
For death lingers in
Her embrace, into abyss
He’ll slip
So on this dark Solstice night
The Winter Queen sits upon her throne
Knowing she will sit here
Forever frozen and all
Alone.
-E.J. Stevens, Shadows of Myth and Legend
copyright 2010
Is this from one of your books? Very good...my heart aches for her loneliness.
ReplyDelete=) I found it...I'm going to have to get that book. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteTanya,
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed The Winter Queen! This was a poem from my collection of paranormal poetry, Shadows of Myth and Legend. This collection is available in print and ebook formats. Thanks for the interest! :)
xx,
E.J.
Mesmerising. I love your poetry it always inspires me. Thank you for this one E.J!
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I love this!!! So creative.
ReplyDeleteThis is great, really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!
I think the Winter Queen can be an analogy for the deepest of human vices that carry within them a slight hint of self recognition which is inherently a human reflex, they are self aware that they are in essence evil. For a moment there's humanity in this realization but it's futile because darkness overcomes that little spec from the pure light of knowledge.
ReplyDeleteThanks to my friend Sona for directing me to this poem!
Thank you Anthony. :)
ReplyDeletexx,
E.J.