Disclaimer: Not mine.

Frozen tears still sting,
Frozen hearts still break,
But frozen maidens still find spring,
Helm and sword could still the ache.

Little girls don’t cry,
Little words can’t hurt,
Morgul servants still can die,
Dark towers crumble in the dirt.

Shallow wounds can scar,
Shallow breaths can burn,
And shallow graves seen from afar
Can teach a little girl to learn.

Nazgul kings can lose,
Nazgul lords can fall,
A little girl can always choose
To fight the fate or face the wall.

Foolish “hope” you chase,
Foolish “light” you seek,
Bow to the power of my mace,
Foolish girl, you’re far too weak.

Silver linings show,
Silver temper swirls,
All you are and all you know,
Soon will bow to little girls.