The Coming of the Wraith King
Winter came
Crackling frost
The snow fell steadily
It was unusually bitter
No one felt cold like this before...
What could this mean?
Would there be more?
The Whispering Trees,
felt the biting wind
Boughs broke
Branches cracked
Something was there,
in the cold air
Deepest, bitterest cold
Leaves shattered like glass
Trees shivering
The coming of the Wraith King
Knights defending
Faeries magicked
The Wraiths, defeated before
Now, they have a king
Deepest, bitterest cold
through the land
The Wraiths have a King
A battle in the making
Screeching and wailing
Wraiths flew across the Lands of Mists and Magic
At their head, a king
Trees splintered
Shrubs shattered
The earth split
The bitter cold
Brought by an Ice King
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