The Kingdom of Snow Queen
had been awoken then
with Haze Queen's black crow cry.
That cry was low and keen.
The dwarfs had been too scared
to leave the cute small huts.
The fog filled up all free
unfrosted boundless space
and ate the spongy snow.
The fire slaves like bees
attacked tree's branches lace
from goldish sparkling bows.
The frost and shining ice
retreated, melting down,
when got the arrows flame.
Transparent gleaming slices
then fell from the dark-brown
tree branches and left them naked.
The drops of water fell
and hit the grayish ice,
slow splitting into sparkles.
They smashed and sang a spell,
slight ringing just a trice
before ones have to hush.
by Thea Ariss 17.02.2024
The attack. The Distorting Mirror Kingdom
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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