Aschatria - Poetry

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the dirtiest of them all...?"


When I am busy, clear the room and leave me to plot.
I am probably out of my mind - with my hooks, nets and the rod.
I pay my fishing traps in currency,
sometimes in blood, in silence, sometimes in war.
For love, for hate, for silver, for gold...
For the entertainment, for us all.
These politicians, diplomats, or so called,
what do they want? - aside of honey, an influence,
merit of lies, merit of me,
is that what you ask? - just one thing,
a fat catfish finally to fall in your boiling pot?
Well, here you can have it, you ugly reflection.

My tribute to the Ice Queen from the "The Huntsman: Winter's War"