part 1
When ears of corn get dressed in snow,
The sun will set behind the field,
Then she comes out, as rage as a crow,
Sublime on horse she crosses the weald...
Imprisoned in her armor iced,
In helm as sharp as was her glance,
She towered in the world of vice
But sorrow was her shield and lance;
Because of heart as rage as war,
As brave as truth, kind as the sun,
She was betrayed by guard and law,
And she was banished, doomed to run!
Her soul was chained in fetters sharp,
Her heart was chilled and locked so deep
That she's forgotten dance and harp,
That she could only break and weep.
Legend of the ice maiden
© Copyright: Мэри Мирор, 2022
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