The lost dream of Ice queen

I once had a dream of a cold night,
a night that froze my dreadful dreams,
a night that nourished my faith and fame.
Soothed by the rhythms of howling winds
chilled by the aura of a heart so cold.
Aloft into the state of lucid reality
ascended into the throne of blabbering pride.
Days that fused the lightning with cold
I still remember them as a visual reel.
Only if those dreams are lucid again
only if those memories are real again,
not would a day pass without the thoughts
of those blatant deeds and stupid motives,
seeking to tame the wind that is white,
a wind that heralded the fairest of cold.
A cold that awakened the queen of ice.