In midst of the frozen ground,
Stands one last symbol of hope.
The royal colors bright despite a
White cover raining down upon it.
Harshness that was meant
To destroy - tear down -
Could not seep into
The warm-blooded veins.
Through pain
The royal
Head stands,
Proudly alive.
None
Can
Drain
The
Life-blood
From
It's
Veins.
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