A myriad of mint greens streak across the skies above,
the snow below is like the white of that of a dove.
Snowflakes sprinkle their way down from the heavens,
and plant themselves onto the surface, melting in their death.
Frozen on windows they are, too,
frosted, their patterns intricate, their bodies delicate.
The king, he wears them on his sleeve like badges to be shown off.
His eyes are silver, they strike their way into the depths of your soul until you scoff.
King Nicolai, he looks down on us all,
mocking our gloveless hands when winter does fall.
He bathes in all his riches,
while we pray he drowns in them, in stitches.
Frostbitten fingertips he once wore,
until he replaced them with diamond ore,
when they blackened, I remember, he swore,
'I'll rip the devil, rip right into his core!'
His wife, the queen, was no better than he,
she wanted the limelight, 'the attention on me!'
away from her the peasants would flee,
as the amethyst on her neck brought her great glee.
Oh, spring,
Oh, summer,
at least those seasons gave me the solar power needed
to burn them alive, the existence of the sun I should have heeded.
Instead, I pierce them at night,
my ice killing them slowly,
oh how they awaken in fright,
as death takes them solely.
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Shards of Sugar (2022 - 2023) | Poetry
Poetry▫️Words as Sweet as Silver.▫️ This is Eclipse's Third and Latest Poetry Book/Collection. This book is essentially Poetry By Eclipse 3 and is sometimes known as that because it is my third poetry book on Wattpad. ▫️ @DarkenedEclipse739's Poetry Books...
