WoundedEagle
05-23-2011, 08:51 PM
In a cold, dark place.
Where no one goes,
The Frost King waits to place hypothermia upon your toes.
He is the statue of a frozen man,
A long, lost soul with icy hands.
Only the chosen can melt his body to cold-water in the sand.......
More poems coming soon!
Where no one goes,
The Frost King waits to place hypothermia upon your toes.
He is the statue of a frozen man,
A long, lost soul with icy hands.
Only the chosen can melt his body to cold-water in the sand.......
More poems coming soon!