A chill in the air
With soft brown hair
Glasses adorn
A face of intelligent scorn
For antiques and ancient relics
Who could ever tell that
He'd get a hold of a crown
Old and rusted brown
That belonged to an old king
Or maybe a clown
A storm rolls in
With blue and sickly skin
Cold white hair
With a beard cropping here and there
Deep sunken eyes
Oh how time flies
When your princess has left
It's only one cleft
Event. Focused on this crown
Golden and red with no trace of brown
Sitting on his head
Telling him he'll be dead
If the frost gets to him
While he's sleeping in bed
Ice covers the land
A crown in his hand
Giving him these powers
That drown out his desires
Princess after princess
A little lost girl but I digress
She seems familiar
Wouldn't you guess
That he'd taken care of her
Years on end
With big bushy white hair
And a crown on his head
Saying sorry for whatever he'd said
Yet he can't remember
Since he's already dead
An icy wind blows through
A fact he deems true
His huge white hair
And his ghastly wear
Sickly and small
Lost all of his tall
With a crown on his head
He never lets rest
A shiny golden sheen
Of ice
That prevents all the nice
From ever seeping in
He is lost
Princess after princess
With one little girl
Lonely and sad
Looking for something to give him a whirl
He asks that you check
And read his letters
He wrote them before
Before he became blue
And asks you to read them
To see that they're true
He doesn't know why
But this magic keeps him alive
It says his mind like a trap
A labyrinth that he cannot come back
From. That keeps him under
This torrent of snowy blunder
Apologizing demoralizing
To a little girl he can't remember
He only remembers
A place where everybody knows his name
And a plea
'You Promised.'
He saved her
But how is he to save himself?
He's so sorry
That he can't remember you.