The Ice King
With a brush of the hand, frostbitten;You're left cold and weak, just smitten--
My hands can't resist infecting.
A whisper can't stop silence,
When my breath leaves incoherence--
Everything I touch is frozen.
I command the skies and cause your cries;
With ice I stop your heart.
I could rule it all on a lonely throne--
The world frozen, every part...
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