# White Wraith

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Dragon, Ice, Poem, Poetry, Wraith

#6 of National Poetry Writing Month

Poem number 6 for National Poetry Writing Month! This time its back to the furry poetry! This subject is regarding a type of dragon from the book I'm writing, Reign of Ice. In the book there are ice element dragons known as the Itari, but there is another type of ice element dragon above them which is known as the White Wraith. They live only at the very top and bottom of the (fictional) world and are spoken of in other places as myths or legends. They are truly in a special and are far above the dragons most people will ever. There are a few other special dragons in the same class as White Wraith's but they are widely spaced so that they do not run into each other and but heads. Their sheer level of power is almost indescribable.

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Far to the north in  
the frozen expanse  
at the top of the world.

A frigid land of ice  
and sea where only the  
bravest dare to tread.

Hidden away from  
the empires of men and  
dragon alike lies a kingdom  
where only the strong survive.

A land of eternal night and  
eternal day. Where the snow  
always falls and the ice  
never melts.

White wraiths fly underneath glowing  
skies on wings that conjure  
never-ending storms.

They burrow into ice as strong  
as steel and swim through waters  
that could freeze the blood of  
mere mortals.

Their claws can dig through ice.  
Their wings are sharper then prized  
swords. Their eyes glow like sunlight,  
their scales are purest white.

Can you outpace them in the icy water  
where they can breathe as easily as if  
it were the purest air?

Lords of the air, ice, and sea.  
What have they to fear from anyone?

You rule as kings while they stand  
tall as legends. Myths from a land long  
forgotten by others.

Incur not the wrath of the white  
wraith for their wings are storms.  
Their roars shatter the land.  
Their tails crack the ice and  
nothing escapes from their all  
seeing gaze.

Ice runs through their veins and  
fear is an emotion known only to  
those lesser beings underneath their  
claws.

If you catch a glimpse of the  
living legend then pray they  
have mercy on your soul  
and do not send you down to  
the icy depths where you belong.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/V1YK95Jm
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