the prince and the ice maiden

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We twist and turn along the spiral staircase, me and my car

as I follow the cream cheese moon down into Tarare

Upon high he sits with grand authority, seemingly secure

This winter’s night is not the occasion to engage his allure

 

Our winterland of cold illusion, sharp and still

as I push wide open the shutters from the window sill

Here today and gone tomorrow jests this ghostly threat

Deadly be the caress of the ice maiden, lest we forget

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One response to “the prince and the ice maiden

  1. Cream cheese moon. Couldn’t be more flavoured and tingly with the winterland of cold illusion, for company.
    Loved the word play, and the way the wheels within wheels works 🙂

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