The girl of the storm


She is facing the storm.
With many friends at her side.
She is strong.
As the wind is blowing cold.
And the winter takes control.
Still she will servive.
Her blond hairs are darkened.
She is the only one of the group,
Who shows no pain.
She is like a storm.
Verry fairs but unpredictable.
If she is weak,
No one will see.
She holds the key.
But still not the crown.
When i look in her paild blue eyes.
I she all of her wisdom.
I take a step behind,
To let her pass.
She is no match for me.
I offer her the crown.
She holds the key.
She holds the crown.
Now she became an icequeen.
Every were she goes.
She brings her joy,
To the people who need it the most.
She is dressed up nice .
No man who can denie,
The buty,
They have seen .



Kenneth notte alias butcher_te