Forge a wager and weigh your price
She exchanges hearts and diamonds for ice
Neither dalliance nor charm does she wield
Nor softness nor beauty her shield
Of feminine traits only vengeance
Cold ambition without repentance
She fancies herself an ice queen
Eyes like glass and steel, sheen
In her wake many left forlorn
Thus is the nature of a woman scorn
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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