Amidst the darkness I found
a light beneath the filth
trampled down the ground
struggling with air to breathe
How cold must have been her fire
unable to pierce the ice
I wonder what evil may have transpired
for it doth melt my eyes
Give back the child her peace
and let the Queen be crowned
through this dark mirrors I see
the witches that held her down
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