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The Ice King stood mockingly
The Shadowfire in his cold bony hand
The snow fell
On the land
Upon his freezing hell
 
Send me a knight!
With the courage to take this gem!
Otherwise I will shatter its' heart
In front of all of them
 
A Shadowfire cannot take such cold
Its' light needs warmth and love
Who will fight?
Came the cry from the battlements above
 
The Prince of the North
Cold blue fire in his eyes
Strode forth
To the Great Hall
To find a sword,
that hung on the South wall
 
To sever the head of the Ice King
Return Shadowfire to the Hall
Turn the Wraiths in to nothing
 
So many swords to choose
The lives of many
He cannot lose...
 
As he looked upon the South wall
A mighty sword leapt off
With a rasp of steel
It shot into his hand
All he could feel
Was the strength of all
Of Heartstone
Knights too
 
Five feet of magicked Faerie steel
As a light as air
Yet, strength to feel
 
It cut the air with a swishing bite
A sword to use...
Against the Ice King
To bring back the light
He must not lose
This battle between day and night
 
He strode down to where the Ice King stood
The Prince of the North
A duty to perform
Evil to overthrow
Evil to slay,
amongst the ice and snow
 
The Ice King put the gem into a leather pouch
Sword drawn
With a sly grin,
he went into a fighting crouch
 
The Prince,
his eyes on the gemstone
His sword drawn
The strength of Kings and Knights
He was not fighting alone
 
The swords clashed
Ringing steel
Steel, flashed
A Heartstone sword magicked and true
Took on a strange hue
 
The battle, fought on and on
Hours on the ground
Until night fell
The sparks from the swords
The strange glittering light
The clash of steel the only sound
 
The Wraiths began to screech and wail
For their King
For ,they could see
The Prince weakening
Beginning to fail
 
For, the Prince of the North
Such a dark desperate night
He called for his winter light
The Aurora Borealis came forth
 
It touched his sword,
with new and beautiful light
The Ice King could sense defeat
with a turn and wheel...
A sword flashed
A severed head rolled to a heel
 
An Ice Kings' frozen smile
The Prince of the North,
picked up the head of the Ice King
Threw it among the Wraiths
Then fell to his knees sighing
 
The Shadowfire he took...
From the carcass, the gem
Raised his hand...
The light burst forth
Illuminating the Prince of the North
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