Within the waste she sits and ponders,
Nothing to fill her mind but empty thoughts and dull gestures.
Upon the sand her castle stands, frozen within the time she commands.
She wished for an ending she could not acquire,
For the whispers torture her every desire.
Dreams of loyalty, respect, and admiration leave her with nothing but a frozen falsehood.
The warmth towards her pushed away even at her own dismay.
Undeserving of the crown she pushes through, every crime punished twicefold as she deemed fit.
The emptiness surrounding her fate gave peace in an environment of scolding hate.
She cries alone but not forgotten, the flame remains, frozen from her fear.