proven zephyr
From frozen winds and glaciers born,
Frost stands where battles are forlorn;
A shield against the endless tide,
A bulwark where the weak can hide.
His breath is cold, his touch is stone,
A sentinel carved, yet flesh and bone;
Walls of ice rise at his command,
To guard the brave and hold the land.
Enemies shatter beneath his might,
Encased in frost, trapped by night;
Blizzard and snow, a frozen reign,
Each step he takes, a quiet bane.
Through Corpus halls and Grineer lines,
Frost’s defense endures, his courage shines;
Yet patience is his strongest gift,
To halt the tide, to stem the rift.
He is the calm when chaos roars,
A frozen hand on battle’s sores;
Frost, the sentinel, steadfast and true,
A wall of ice against the darkened hue.
And when the cold embraces all,
When shadows stretch and empires fall,
Frost endures, eternal, unbowed,
A glacier moving through the shroud.
glossy juniper
dense shard
rare kernel