Hello! No, I did not die, although I was inactive for a while if you couldn't tell. This also might not be the best poem, because I have half of an idea instead of a full one, so I don't know how well this is going to turn out. Either way, thanks for reading! This poem is *Spoiler* about Aelin being trapped in the iron coffin, but from an omniscient perspective. Enjoy!
Locked In Iron
There was once a Queen
With a soul of fire
And a will of steel.
A force of nature
not to be tampered with
But a dark queen did
And then the queen with a will of steel
Was trapped in iron
Locked inside a coffin
Bound in chains
And masked.
Her fire could not help her
Only sucking the oxygen from her jail
Her skills could not save her
As she had no shield against a whip
Her friends could not find her
So she was all alone.
But was this the end of our valiant queens story?
Let us hope not
Because she is indeed a queen
And she is fire
And when fire dies
Ashes are all that remains
And no one can live in a Kingdom of Ashes
I feel like my poem writing skills are getting increasingly worse, which is weird because we are writing them in school now. But hey, maybe it's just a funk. Till next time! Bye!
