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