Frost giants were looming in the dark shadows of the valley.
Waiting for her to walk into their trap again.
Your soul is ours.
They chanted disguised as demon wolves—yellow eyes gleaming in the night.
Your soul is ours.
They chanted disguised as birds with broken wings.
Your soul is ours.
They chanted disguised as lovers with blue eyes.
Your soul is ours.
They chanted disguised as abandoned puppies.
Your soul is ours.
They chanted disguised as husbands.
Your soul is ours.
They chanted disguised as books of adventure.
Your soul is ours.
Frozen air hummed in the midst of summer.
But then the lion roared.
His heavy mane shaking in anger.
When the lion roared
Light broke through the ice.
Her wings unfolded to full size.
Warmth on white down.
When the lion will have roared the curse will have been broken.
Until then hold on to Michael’s sword, sever the ropes of ice.
Blue cloak protecting against the cold.
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