A Tiny Collaboration

Beneath the weight of silent snow,
A name unspoken, cold winds know.
Born of frost and carved from night,
A child of winter, veiled in light.

Ice-bound veins, a lineage old,
Echoed whispers, stories told.
Of warriors clad in frozen breath,
Who danced with storm and sang of death.

Yet sealed away, a tempered flame,
A mother’s love, a binding name.
No raging blizzards, no cruel tide,
A gentle frost, a soul denied.

Stunted roots in frozen ground,
A fate uncertain, yet unbound.
For even winter’s hush can grow,
A bloom of ice in drifting snow.

Not fire nor storm, yet something new,
A bridge between the old and true.
Bound by blood, yet free to be,
The frostborn child of destiny.

/uw tiny wizard poem yipe

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