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Ice Beast, frozen at heart, Living in a world, where fire's a part. Surrounded by lava, so hot and red, Yet this beast's soul, is ice and snow dead. His frozen heart, holds power most arcane, A power to call, a blizzard and rain. A sabre can be forged, from his icy soul, Bringing snow and ice, to lands far and cold. Through the valleys, he roams and roars, Leaving a trail, of snow and hoarfrost. No fire can burn, his ice so pure, His frozen heart, forever endures. The world may fear, his icy breath, But his heart's not cold, just beyond death. For in his heart, he holds a grace, That brings life to all, in a winter's space. So let us take, this sabre with care, And wield it with love, without despair. For it can bring peace, to the world's strife, With the power of snow, from the beast's wonder. Let the snow and ice, fall from the sky, With the beast's power, let it drift nigh. And let the world, be blanketed in white, Bringing peace and joy, with this frost's light. Hail to the beast, of snow and ice, His frozen heart, full of grace and vice. For he brings the world, a winter's bliss, With a sabre of frost, from his heart of cold's foes. Chlomo | |