Peace a symbol of curse,
Across the magical kingdom,
Of ice and snow,
For the time.
A pounding knock at the gates of valor,
Of the mighty kingdom,
Stood soldiers of misery,
Ready to inflict pain.
Nothing can ever be dreary,
In the plain old kingdom of snow,
Shredding the skies to shades of white,
Striking dowm the immortal enemies.
Intensifying thundering sound,
Across the frozen lake,
Brought memories of terror within,
The shades of blue everywhere cast freely.
To travel across the kingdom,
Fore the morning rays of pain strikes,
Stood an army of mercy,
To be at peace for all.
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