Far to the North
In the realm of eternal Winter
Lies the home of the Snow Dragon
Scales white iridescence, like opals in the snow
Teeth and Talons blue as a glacial flow

They sun themselves amongst the icecapped peaks
disguised as icy spires, glistening in the light
Wings outstretched take to the air
To dissolve within the clouds

If ever you should find yourself in this frigid realm
And if you believe in dragons, you will have nothing to fear
For if you should slip, a bluish blur will set your foot aright
Or if you should become snowblinded and loose your way
Don’t scrutinize too closly the winking eye or ice-like claw
That has deposited you where you may easily regain your way.

Just look to the peaks, smile to yourself and give thanks,
And when you hear a roar like a new glacier forming
It is the voice of the Snow Dragon you are hearing,
Echoing through his realm of perpetual Winter.