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!