cold wind

There she sat
Queen of ice,
frozen in her ever sold memory.
She watched them play and age
and she, ageless and motionless could do none the same.
Where was the childhood she was never granted
Born full and whole.
Carved skin from snowflakes.
Where was the past she was denied,
The family to love her...
So cold,
To cold to even cry
To cry for what she new knew,
What she watched
High from her throne.

She watched the world ugly,
and timeless
and withdrawn, one thousand lives flashing before her
and fading out all at the same time..
and her eyes rested and stopped on just one. 
A frail child, to thin to small,
A child playing in the sun
warm brown skin

She saw the innocence of joy
and more than ever in that moment she longed for it.

Were it as tho time had slowed
Things had stopped she watched the child age...
And tears formed at her eyes as she watched the child Fall.
The girl fell to addiction and lust and fuck and self destruction.
She watched as the girl got lost in grief.
she watched as one by one those the girl loved died,
she was there the night all innocence was dead to the girl...
She was there the next day watching the girl
watching as she placed the needle in her arm...
and she stood by in the silence of winter as
the girl slowly whored and destroyed her body and mind until she was so cold...

The queens hand out stretched to touch her own youth.