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Cry of the BansheeCold eyes gaze down upon him He grips them in his stare Eyes as blue as the water he swims in, And her skin was ever so fairCry of the Banshee
But alas this Queen he could not touch, For she was made of ice But have her he must, he’d make it such This would cost a heavy price
He climbs the stairs up to her throne, To caress her frozen skin One shouldn’t touch what to the devil is sewn Her kiss was embedded with sin
Yet he set his palm against her cheek And fixed a kiss that made her weak
Upon his loving and warm embrace This Queen of Ice did me
by ~x-Ekstasis-x
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