The Ice King
It must have been a gelid night in January
when an Ice Age warrior appeared in a very frightening dream;
his strong voice so distraught startled me...
I screamed by feeling his cold gaze that had a strange gleam.
" Shivering boy, I am the Ice Age warrior...please hold this sticky ice cube
before it turns into dripping liquid and I will suddenly die without a cry;
follow me and learn how to survive through the next ice age...it's not YouTube
where science fiction doesn't satisfy but leaves one with a mouth so dry."
Entered in Skat-Oz's contest,
" Ice King "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 7/29/2013
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