Child of Winter

Weep not, O Child of Winter,
For thou art alive.
Keep close at hand thy blade,
And thou wilt surely survive.

Fear not, O Child of Winter,
For thine eyes are keen.
Catch thine enemies in repose,
And thou wilt remain unseen.

Love not, O Child of Winter,
For thy heart is stone.
Stay thy course to victory,
And thou wilt triumph alone.

Prosper, O Child of Winter,
For thy strength abides.