The Creature A creature of frosty mirth, yes such a fiery soul within. He burnt with such a gusty passion, though frostbitten was his heart. Though however drearily his eyes should have fallen closed, his brisk paw steps never faltered. And as that firewood stacked upon charred fireplaces, those bitter cold paw steps carried bitter cold flurries. Harsh and unforgiving hypothermic blues ceased to yet give up, as icy intrusions lurched evermore. Evergreen drapes flowed with such graceful nature, though froze flowing rivers to a frigid pause. However such a creature's mighty paw steps did drum the glassy slip, claws clattered upon twinkling frost; such lakes f ice did not once shatter. They'd known of such frost beasts for such eternity, sung of such fiery passion by ghostly river banks. So far as frost bitten mountains deceived the land, fog clinging to their glittering pastures. Thy beast resided for years, my friend. And the heart of thou beast lays at one with all of nature. Its frost mirth shall exist for eternity more, my dear.