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=Cry Of The Icemark: ﻿POETRY = Bloody Sword Picture: Drawn by Phoebe O.

"The Burning Fire of the Chilling Icemark" By Phoebe Oberreit  NOTE: All red lines are quotes from the book. A queen strong and proud leads her soldiers to battle  hair like a flaming halo  a sword that swings freely with power  a weapon that bites into flesh as though it's a rabid animal  She burns with fire but leaves the frozen ice intact  the weather wrecks the men of the enemy  but the villagers have grown used to it  they shield themselves  they let the Polypontian suffer  Nothing can stop  the Burning Queen and her Chilling Icemark  "Blood! Blast! And Fire!" <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The crazed housecarls charge as their Queen commands them  <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Georgia,serif;">The Goddess will tell you when she's ready, and not one moment before  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">She will tell your destiny and fate, or weave it like an old woman by her fireplace, with her knitting basket  <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Frostmarris lay on the plain before them, pristine in its blanket of snow,  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">as the enemy looks over the land with a rage in their eyes ready to melt the kingdom  <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Frostmarris is unoccupied by any living people  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">when the army attacks and looks for their foes to kill and slaughter  <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Georgia,serif;">"Boots, boots Olememnon!" <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The friends shout at each other in their safety, nearly unaware of the war before them. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The Icemark is so swift, so nimble, their villagers barely recognise the war. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">It ends soon, and the enemy is conquered.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"The Ice Cold WinterBattle" by: Jordan Charles <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">"This is origanal"  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The snow was melting in between Thirrin's finger's  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">when in the sunlight she sigh's with full resentment and admiration  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">for the people who can say they faught with thirrin and survived  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">the unsurvivable. When they suvive the unthinkable <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">happends.......  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">They win. They conqour,They fight for thier lifes <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">in this battlion but  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">when they seek to and advantage the army doesnt take it likely  <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">for the truth will set out for the existance of victory!!