A Tale of a Grandmother
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I'll tell you a tale of a woman, a grandmother:
Forgotten by her children, mocked by her grandchildren A woman whose tears you see even now- Falling as ice from her cheeks. I'll tell you of a fateful day, a day of pain: When the first stone was thrown by a child of her blood A day when the fae did hunt nearby- Searching for a tormented heart. Hear now of the sorrow of a grandmother scorned: The depth of her anguish as the fairies drew closer Drawn to her home like a child to the flame- Curious and uncomprehending. Hear now of the pact that the fairies did offer: A chance at revenge, for the price of her heart The choice was simple for the broken-hearted woman- She would teach them respect! See how the tears did freeze in their tracks: Frozen by the fae, as they reached for her heart Out of ice she was sculpted to seek her kin- A frigid curse to bestow! See yet how the Lady lingers each snowfall: Icy tears falling, her forgotten heartbreak still stinging Gather by your fires, listen close to your grandmothers- Lest Lady Winter teach you respect! |
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