Wake Up The White Queen Poem by Gianni Pintus

Freezing cold like iceberg between silent oceans,
Who will be the chosen immortal god of passion?

The castle under the water is in peril one more time,
Darkness is coming to hunting us committing one more crime.

The mighty dragons are spitting fire all the way,
Why our beloved gods are still sleeping everyday?

Hundreds of warriors are ready to battle and line up in the field,
The great odyssey has started her journey under siege.

The forest is whispering thousand of names,
The ancients are screaming to the enemies with pain.

The witches are trying to hit the mighty first knight without sorrow,
Demons are walking without fear in this night full of horrors.

But when everything stops and seems all quite in the line between,
The beloved sorcerer will make sure to wake up the white queen.