A random poem I wrote a while ago when I felt down and wanted to write something that rhymed. Just felt like posting it. Might make more later. I don't own RotG.
Icy, cold breath
Brought about by death
He knows nothing about life
Only through obsevation does he learn; he knows strife
He can't be seen
Why? He is not mean
He is not cruel
Only over winter does he rule
He loves to have fun, he uses it to have fun
So why the lonely life he is forced to run?
He just wants to be believed in
Dead and forgotten are his kin
Not many friends, not too close
He give everyone a dose
Of fun and joy
He's not a pathetic, broken toy
So why isn't he allowed to know more than his own name?
His solitude is such a shame.