The Snowager

by Moonlit Feather

A poem dedicated to the Snowager, who I go to every day in hopes of getting an avatar or item, yet only gives me blasts of ice in return. If this happens to you often as well, you should understand the sentiments behind this poem.

An icy worm,

You sleep, then squirm-

And I meet you each day.

But though I come

And you help some,

To me you never pay.

You need your sleep-

That's why I keep

Quiet as I sneak near.

Yet you blast me,

Loud as can be,

For all of us to hear.