As the Crystal Maiden waits,
her heart grows cold.
from the curse that is upon her?
Will she be found?
Shattered,
she can't remember how to fly.
She waited too long,
her heart is that of ice.
At least she is free.
The Crystal Maiden gazes at the sky,
trying to gather her strength.
She may be free, but she is broken.
She must remember how to fly.
She takes a leap,
and defies her fate.
I was inspired for this poem by a drawing that one of my friends drew. A beautiful maiden in a pure white dress, the wind violent around her, gazing into the distance with her hollow eyes. I hope you like it! Until tomorrow!
I remember doing that one!
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