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" To my Loving Friend, Margaret ".


In Darkest Night, a beautiful princess roams in snow light. Eyes as bleak as a cloud, running away from her home even though she wasn't allowed.

Absorbing the particles of frozen water flakes, coming across many frozen lakes. The girl steps on the ice in her bare feet, the tasting of the snow drops sweet.

Wander across the lake, smiling and giggling like a toddler who had cake.

Without a care stopping in the middle, the snow flakes go from bigger rather than little.

Joyful this girl is, of nothing but sweet, sweet bliss. Nothing matters to her, she feels the snow, " Pure. " She says silently in the night, where a beautiful princess stops in snow light.

Eyes as bleak as a cloud, running away from her home even though she wasn't allowed. She wanted to be this, nothing more, nothing less. Wanting to be, the faithful and spiritual Ice Princess.