The Ice King
The ice festival was well underway
magnificent sculptures everywhere
in the centre in pride of place
stood the Ice King looking regal
sparkling and glistening in the sun
yet if you lay your hand on him
a fiery burning pain sears your skin
he watches on unmoved by your pain
his heart only made of ice is unfeeling
he feels no emotions as he melts away
07/25/2013 written for Ice King contest
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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