The Kingdom Of Icicles And Frost. - Poem by Steven Robinson
My breath is like a dragon's, I snort and cough and bellow out a mouth of steam, winters fairy tale is alive in my breath as I walk amidst winters cold grasp.
All about I see the domain of the crystal kingdom of icicles and frost, where are the boundaries of this land, nobody knows, the Sun is lost.
Adventures and brave souls have begun their quest to seek out and find the prince of summer time, he has become faint his strength at half mast.
The ages of season will pass and stories will be told of how the Sun beat back the throws of cold and how the grass was reborn to welcome the feast of spring.
It's my time to be a hero too backed by the magic of my home and the fires that burn so bright, my family's warmth keeps back winters foul plight.
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