Maradona

Maradona, ice palace princess was more formidable than we knew Her reputation was startlingly modest, said the soothsayer, Lou. She led the dragon brigade in January, stated snowy owl, a friend. Her army annihilated the enemy, I mean to a devastating end. Heaven’s pink angel bird messenger warned us of her arrival. We wondered if we would be able to thrive, or just hope for survival. Crystal cavern frost monger told us of her daring and dangerous feats. Some of the stories were so outrageous, I listened to all the repeats. She is on her way to winter palace, it has a few powdered blue roofs. It might still have some dents on it from Santa’s reindeer’s hard hoofs. Maradona rode on a white burly elk by way of Lebrabreeze valley. She is the kind of ice princess you do not want to find in a dark alley. The dragons were snarling, growling, and looking for places to hide. Maradona is dangerous, she kills folk everywhere including outside. Don’t be fooled by her fabulous rhinestone-like ice crystals and smile. She has slaughtered many in this country, she has cunning and guile. Cats and dogs were hiding in snowbanks, covering up with blue snow. Guardians of Nostradamus society had barely any place to go. We were frenzied when white elk marched Maradona up the frosty hill. Glistening snow was silent, ice crystals adding to this January chill. Diabolical Maradona can give you dreams, from her translucent wings. Her pearlized crown is amazing, the envy of presidents and kings. Her wisdom and whimsy whirls in so fast, you are thrown off your feed. What else in this world would her sentinels, the white wolf dogs need?