Ice Queen My Dear

picking through the burning embers looking,searching,finding nothing yo cherish unread letters from unknown senders into the terrible furness they perish the road twists and bends but never ends on maps no man will come to find bare foot and naked the fool will defend pulling at threads you left behind some say the potion you push os poison others protest it is sweet like your breath I have a notion when we let the boys in all that will be left is the scent of death is the cure a tinder to bring on a flame or is it the ice that runs in your vains is there a hope to conjour to stop the pain is there a reason no man can utter your name