Created: April 14, 2023, 3am

In IceHollow’s kingdom, amidst the snow and ice,
Lived a siren, Batsheva, with powers so nice,
Her peach eyes shone bright, a sight to behold,
A beauty so rare, with stories untold.

She swam through the icy waters with ease,
Her water manipulation a sight to please,
Practicing her skills day and night,
To hone her abilities and be ready to fight.

But war came to IceHollow, so bleak and cold,
Batsheva fought bravely, her powers bold,
But amidst the chaos and battle cries,
Betrayal struck, a painful surprise.

Her own kin, Ishnol, turned against her,
A brother’s betrayal, a wound that would stir,
Irony, they say, is a cruel mistress indeed,
For the one she loved the most, was the one who made her bleed.

Regret filled her heart, as she fought through the night,
Her powers tested, with all her might,
But even her strength and endurance would wane,
As the war in IceHollow left nothing but pain.

In the end, Batsheva emerged victorious,
Her powers of healing, ever so glorious,
But the scars of war, would forever remain,
A constant reminder of the kingdom’s pain.

Oh IceHollow, your beauty doth inspire,
A wondrous realm, where nature’s grandeur never tires,
But war and betrayal, can bring such regret,
And turn a hero’s triumph, into a haunting silhouette.