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Post by Nature's Fury on Sept 16, 2003 22:57:51 GMT -5
Born of winter, born of ice born of pain and born of vice Born to rule and born to fly born to live and born to die
A woman born of hate and sin hides a broken heart within keeps her eyes upon the skies pretends the world is her due prize
heart made cold by pain and fear eyes so cold and crystal clear she sees the world with bitter malice drinks vineger wine from a tarnished chalice
Queen of tears and bitter strife she wastes away a chilling life Gatherer of dispair and hateful scorn Is the Goddess of Snow, the Winterborn
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Post by geneva on Sept 16, 2003 22:59:36 GMT -5
hey cool i had a roleplaying character once who was of Ice and she fits your poem well
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