make merry, 
sing the anthem
in the streets:
a melody stripped of all its notes,
a lone hand clapping:

behind impassable
castle walls:
back pressed
against coarse stone
that bleeds icy
rivers into soft flesh: 

solitary shadows,
indigo, stretched long,
cast by a miserly sun
that guards its warmth:
crown me

queen
of these lands,
of all I survey:
realm of the
sole survivor:

I shall reign
from atop
the highest tower,
feet never touching earth,
cloaked in frost