Julianna May

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.