The Ice Queen

The Queen of Ice quietly whispers

Magic spells besides the mirror.

In reflection, she sees old black doors

Whirling round one by one.

The wind blows; it is cold.

No sun, no warmth, and no one.

The lands are abandoned

Since she took the crown.

Even wolves are afraid of these places.

Even ravens don’t fly above.

On the road, there are no traces.

Getting to the castle is rough.

High mountains with snowy peaks

And the steep path in cursed wood

Keep the Queen’s sinister peace.

This land now is a witch's loop.

She voluntarily locked here,

In the castle of ice and frost.

She wants to get the key

Of the Universe’s heaven doors.

She wants to know all the secrets

Of the wise Cosmic Mind.

The Queen has no regrets.

She never was good and kind.

Those who lived in the land are dead

By her magic, for the name of knowledge.

She is obsessed; she is mad,

But she never acknowledges that.

In her blue eyes are frost and snow

Sparkling like a flash of lights.

Above her head spheres glow

Lighting up the darkest night.

The Queen of Ice quietly whispers

Magic spells besides the mirror.

In reflection, she sees old black doors

Whirling round one by one.

All of them are closed for her.

All of them haven’t lock to open.

All of them are closed for her.

And they never could be broken.