Ice Stone

Dedicated to: Nocturnal Ice Writer

Gawking at the uppermost limit of herself

A game master who severs her lover's head

Dwelling in the bubbles of distress

Every move she makes causes a frigid mess

Come to her and try to play her King

A frazzling test, hardly breathing

One wrong move, one wrong choice

Ice stone heart will break your voice

Do one's damnedest, and embrace this ice

Nothing's seem to be working fine

A fellow should actually be distraught

Herself can't riddle out her own thoughts

Conjecturing the incomplete feelings

To handle one's tempestuous dealing

To lecture one's mind about romance

To freeze and maintain or melt a chance