tinuviel - -

thee i seek; my queen of snow
from peek up high to caves below
thy silver hair like morning dew
and eyes that tricked me to pursue
like goddess you have once appeared
you came with grace yet you were feared
with might you stood and held your bow
surrounded by a golden glow
beneath your feet the water froze
a massive throne of ice arose
you spoke of darkness, flame and fear
a great arm of shadow wich draws near
then; blizzard came with icy chill
and gone you were; when storm was still
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