Alright, I've worked long and hard on this and I am pleased to finally have finished. I also posted this on my fanfiction.net account. Please reveiw, I don't know if it's any good or not...also, the format is not my fault, it was all fine and dandy until I copied and pasted it.
A Queen of the Snow
Glaceon was a pokemon, and looked like a snow queen. She spent her days on Route 217. She would hide, covered with snow.
An interesting creature, as they go...
The weather is cool and rapturous, so easy for the blizzard to pick up and capture us.
My coat a tinted blue was a tribute to my name, my sparkeling tail a esscence of my fame.
The others admire my sleek figure, and jelousy abounds like a fearful trigger.
The silent path, the cool dawn, yet nothing to do but think and yawn.
The trees in clusters, abundant with creatures, but none with my attractive features.
For some the cold is painful and dreary, but with a coat like mine who could be weary?
The people who come and search for the best, never take time to just stop and rest.
For I am right in front of them, teasing them through hidden eyes, the search, I see, is something they dispise.
And once I know it is safe, I reveal myself to the world, I'm a blossom of ice, a legend unfurled.
The creatures of the day don't know me that well, but the creatures of the night fall under my spell.
I'm a seasoned creature, I know my main goal, and my beauty is transmitted through an ice-stained soul.
I wonder the paths that I know oh too well, the fading moon light brings me out of my shell.
Fine day, fine life, precious few creatures squawk, yet if they ever do it's a mumbled sort of talk.
As I make it to the town, quiet and lifeless, my mind is still, I won't digress.
Not a person in sight, hm, isn't this trite, while a faint fog succumbs to the dissapearing night.
As I approach the red building, the widow a frozen glass, I rub it well with my paw, a small mass.
As I peer into the building, very spiritually, I see a lone nurse staring right back at me.
I stand there for moments, what marvelous moments. She stares. Tearing.
I slowly back away, into the fog that had intterupted, as I nod and turn, into the night I had strutted.
Though I reveal myself rarely, it's a sight to behold, I'm a diamond studded necklace, I am silver and gold.
I dart to my cave, after showing my glow, I slip through to the depths, the atmosphere low.
Glaceon was a pokemon, and looked like a snow queen. She spent her days on Route 217. And so, now you know. She's an interesting creature, as they go.